Fu Nanxiao remained silent, his eyes swirling with deep-seated malice as he looked at Jiang Yilai before him, his gaze icy cold.
However, Jiang Yilai gritted her teeth and held Fu Nanxiao's hand tightly, continuing, "You can definitely stand up. You'll recover. Let's take it slow, okay?"
Fu Nanxiao remained silent.
Jiang Yilai suddenly felt an immense pang of heartache.
She had just witnessed Fu Nanxiao's breakdown and helplessness, as well as his deep self-loathing.
For someone as gifted as him as he was, being unable to walk was already a huge blow.
There was hope for recovery, but I also became more acutely aware of my own powerlessness.
Fu Nanxiao remained silent, while Jiang Yilai held him tightly until she noticed that his stiff body was gradually recovering.
"How much longer do you want to hug me?"
Fu Nanxiao's voice rang out with a hint of sneer.
Jiang Yilai blushed and abruptly let go of his hand, stammering, "I, I didn't mean to..."
A hint of a smile flashed across Fu Nanxiao's eyes.
Jiang Yilai looked at Fu Nanxiao earnestly and said softly, "Fu Nanxiao, I believe you can definitely recover. Don't rush, take it slow, okay?"
Fu Nanxiao snorted coldly at her tone, which sounded like she was coaxing a child, but did not refute her.
Jiang Yilai looked at him very seriously and continued, "Try again."
Fu Nanxiao's eyes showed a hint of emotion.
He tried to stand up again, and with Jiang Yilai's help, he gradually exercised his legs, trying to stand up again and again until both of them were exhausted.
Jiang Yilai was covered in sweat. Looking at Fu Nanxiao, she couldn't help but say, "Let's call it a day. I'll take you to take a shower. Training can't be rushed."
Fu Nanxiao did not object. He propped himself up and sat in the wheelchair, and Jiang Yilai pushed him to his bedroom.
After settling Fu Nanxiao in, she turned and went to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, filled the tub, and then came out, hesitatingly asking, "Should I call Assistant Qi in?"
Fu Nanxiao shook his head coldly: "I can do it myself."
He wheeled himself into the bathroom, and Jiang Yilai heard a thud a moment later. Feeling inexplicably nervous, she quickly walked to the bathroom door and asked, "Fu Nanxiao, are you alright?"
Fu Nanxiao's voice was cold and hard: "It's nothing."
Jiang Yilai breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that his voice didn't sound like something was wrong.
Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, Jiang Yilai's expression was somewhat complicated.
Fu Nanxiao seems really different today.
He used to be cold and hard, indifferent to everyone, and especially resistant to her.
He was even punished for some trivial matters.
But today...
He did not utter a single word of punishment against her.
She also saw his vulnerable side and his unbearable pain.
Fu Nanxiao...
What is the real you like?
Jiang Yilai's mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't help but think about everything related to Fu Nanxiao.
The bathroom door opened, and Fu Nanxiao, covered in sweat, emerged in a wheelchair.
He was wearing a bathrobe haphazardly draped over his body, and his hair was covered in water droplets.
Jiang Yilai took a towel, went over to dry his hair, and tidied up his messy bathrobe.
Fu Nanxiao stared intently at Jiang Yilai throughout.
This woman was indeed somewhat different from the women he had met before.
Despite being timid and afraid of him, she still helps him and secretly likes him.
Perhaps spending the rest of my life with a woman like this wouldn't be a bad thing.
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