Wei Anning sincerely hoped that Leng Youchen could stand up again. He was naturally handsome, and if he could stand up, how glorious and bright he would be, "I think Grandfather is right, Leng Youchen, you need to be brave and try. Even if it doesn't work, at worst, you'll still be in a wheelchair. But if there's even a one in ten thousand chance you can stand, we can't give up."
"You hope I can stand up?"
"No kidding, who wants to sit in a wheelchair forever? If there's a chance, we've got to try it. You don't have to feel any mental burden, I believe you can definitely stand up. Even if you can't, it doesn't matter, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life." Wei Anning blurted out in her effort to encourage him to accept treatment, unaware of what she had said.
By the time she realized it and wanted to take her words back, it was too late.
Leng Youchen looked at her with a smile, "You said it, you'll take care of me for a lifetime."
