Although her appearance has changed, she still cries as much as she did when she was a child.
She has a proud and arrogant nature; she'll feel wronged if you say anything unpleasant.
Yi Chenli always spoiled her. He pushed the wheelchair to the girl and carefully wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.
The girl's face was fair and flawless, with long eyelashes framing wet eyes and delicate red lips. She looked pitiful and endearing as she cried.
It's said that a girl's tears are her best weapon, and how can a boy not feel protective of such a beautiful girl, wanting to give her everything?
Yi Chenli was restrained. After wiping away An Yuan'er's tears, he took back the handkerchief, and the two separated by a distance.
This restraint began when he noticed the changes in the girl as she grew up.
She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, more than he had ever dreamed of; she bloomed even more brightly in the sunlight.
He remained the same cold and despicable man, sitting in a wheelchair in the darkest of places.
He was like that his whole life, but the girl was different. No matter how beautiful the words in the world are used to describe her, they would not be enough.
Yi Chenli had long since stopped caring about anything, but the only thing he cared about was too beautiful, so beautiful that he felt that touching her was a disgusting contamination.
Yi Chenli had only taken a few steps in his wheelchair when his hand was suddenly grabbed.
A pair of soft, boneless little hands hooked onto his calloused hands, which were calloused from practicing martial arts and from touching his wheelchair every day.
He instinctively tried to pull away, but the girl hooked her hand around his and gently rubbed his calloused skin, again and again, with a tingling, itchy sensation that spread to his brain.
The girl's voice was soft and sweet: "Yi Chenli, are you starting to hate me?"
An Yuan'er hadn't gotten used to this distance and estrangement between them. She didn't understand why things had turned out this way.
No matter how An Yuan'er thought about it, she couldn't understand it. So she had no choice but to ask him.
"Being round and chubby doesn't mean you dislike it."
An Yuan'er replied quickly: "If it's not dislike, then it means you like it?"
Yi Chenli remained silent for a long time without responding.
He began to hate growing up. Even though he could do so many things now that he was grown up, it made him realize the gap between him and normal people more deeply than when he was a child.
If he could walk, he imagined holding her hand and strolling through every street of Shengjing. He could lift her high into the air and hold her in his arms, regardless of whether she had feelings for him or not, whether it was scheming or manipulative, he would take her away and make her belong only to him.
That youthful dream was, in the end, just a dream.
This year marks the seventh year since he became disabled in both legs. He still has no feeling in his legs, and now, every time he looks at them, he feels disgusted and repulsed.
An Yuan'er couldn't empathize with Yi Chenli's pain; she simply wanted him to get better.
She brought the medicine over; it was a little cold, dark in color, and looked very bitter.
An Yuan'er has been brewing this medicine for almost half a year. Every time she brings the medicine over, Yi Chenli neither asks what kind of medicine it is nor worries about its safety. As long as An Yuan'er gives it to him, he drinks it all without batting an eye.
Yi Chenli picked up the bowl, ready to drink.
The bowl was taken back by a pair of hands.
For some inexplicable reason, An Yuan'er thought: I've brewed this medicine so many times, but I still don't know what it tastes like.
An Yuan'er closed her eyes, pinched her nose, and poured the medicine down her throat.
As soon as she took a sip, An Yuan'er frowned and started coughing violently, her little face turning red.
"My God, could it get any harder?"
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