When she thought of the past two occasions she had entered Xie Xinghua's cottage and saw Jiang Wangshan always lying there quietly, a wave of confusion emerged from the bottom of her heart; he was merely immobile, but it seemed as if he had lost all vitality.
Jiang Ziling's eyes flickered with a trace of dimness, "My brother's condition is far more severe than imagined. Apart from a brain still capable of thought, his body is almost uncontrollable, his mouth and eyes askew, even speaking has become a luxury. Perhaps this state has disheartened him, and he does not wish to go outside. Even when I occasionally visit and talk to him, he mostly responds indifferently, spending most of his time immersed in his own world, accompanied only by sleep."
"Oh, so that's what's going on."
Su Yu responded softly, her eyes shimmering with deep thought as she delicately considered the predicament faced by Jiang Wangshan—it seemed to stem from a spinal injury.
