"Your leg—"
Wen Ru's gaze fell on Qin Moting's leg.
Qin Moting glanced at Wen Ru and had no intention of hiding the truth, "In the previous car accident, San'er and I weren't injured."
If they weren't injured, then why pretend to be hurt and hospitalized?
Considering that he was staying in the room next to hers, her gaze shifted from Qin Moting's leg to his face.
He is... he is—
Impossible, it couldn't be that he was trying to get close to her; it must be a coincidence that he was living next door. There had to be another reason for him to be in a wheelchair, and it certainly wasn't to go along with her charade!
Thinking about the skin flap surgery that would take place in a few days, she asked softly, "What if I have to have an amputation?"
"Are you trying to get me to return the goods?"
Qin Moting looked at Wen Ru.
Wen Ru didn't say anything more, closed her eyes, and lay there to sleep.
