Knowing what Miss Jun had asked, Fang Chengyu could answer with anything without overthinking it.
"I told you before that I read many books," he said, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to take another step. His body shook and he almost fell. He involuntarily reached out to grab something.
Miss Jun grabbed his hands.
A girl’s hands were soft, but without strength.
Fang Chengyu stabilized himself. His feet felt like knives were stabbing into him and a pain swept through his whole body. His sweat soaked his book.
"… I told you there wasn’t anything I could do then but read. I also told you I couldn’t think too much, like what I would do after I got better, but that was a lie," he continued, smiling at the girl in front of him. "I thought about what I would do after I got better, many, many times."
