Mu Xingye gently patted her back, "Don't think about anything, just rest well. You'll slowly get better."
Under Mu Xingye's comfort, Xia Pengpeng gradually relaxed.
Mu Xingye carried her towards the bathroom.
Xia Pengpeng sat on the toilet and suddenly couldn't hold back her tears.
"Will I always be like this from now on?"
"No," Mu Xingye shook his head.
"Am I never going to be able to stand up again? Even, not able to take care of myself?"
"It won't be like that. Trust me, okay? It's only temporary, and you'll gradually recover."
"Tell me, what exactly happened?"
"I'm still investigating. When I've clarified everything, I'll tell you in detail, okay?"
Xia Pengpeng nodded.
Suddenly remembering what she had to do, she immediately became embarrassed.
"Could you step out for a moment, please?"
"I'm not at ease leaving you alone." Mu Xingye wished he could hold her like one would care for a child.
Xia Pengpeng stopped fussing and tightly grasped his arm.
