But tonight, for some inexplicable reason, she felt a bit stiff.
Xiao Ye's body, which was supposed to be immobile, somehow ended up pressing on hers.
His body was wrapped in bandages, with no clothes on.
So she could distinctly feel the unusual changes in his body...
"Xiao Ye..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed again.
Didn't he say...
He couldn't move?
Didn't he say...
It would take half a year? With the injuries he had incurred this time, shouldn't he wait for a full year?
Didn't he say...
His body was in so much pain that he couldn't move at all?
Didn't he say...
She would have to live like a widow for the rest of her life?
Outside the room.
Doctor Mo walked along the corridor.
He admitted he wasn't a competent doctor, because before going to bed, he hadn't performed a routine physical examination on the patient. By the time he realized it, it was already late, and he'd been too engrossed in watching his DVD to want to make the rounds.
