As Qin Huailing spoke, he turned and looked at Yun Bixue. He asked, "Miss Yun, does that mean that a lot of things in this world are fated?"
Yun Bixue lowered her head and glanced at Qin Huailing's legs. "Are you going to acknowledge your fate just like that?"
Qin Huailing scoffed at himself. "What can I do even if I don't acknowledge it?" He could change any other aspect, but he was helpless when it comes to his legs. This casted a shadow in his heart—the one that hurt him the most.
Yun Bixue didn't know how to answer him. She could say a few words of comfort and sympathy, but she couldn't get them out of her mouth. If anyone else were to be in Qin Huailing's shoes, that person would also be unable to come to terms with it. They might feel strong, but they would still feel inferior deep inside.
Qin Huailing looked at Yun Bixue, who remained silent, and said, "Let's go in. No one has been here for years."
