"My leg..."
"I've asked your attending doctor, and your leg isn't in bad shape; it should recover completely after a while, depending on whether you're willing or not."
"What do you mean?"
"It means your physical functions are fine— the issue lies in your mind."
"My mind?"
"You're subconsciously avoiding, so you don't want to stand up."
"Avoiding?" Shi Lou repeated like a parrot, his eyes clouded with confusion.
"Idol, stop thinking about it for now, just focus on healing your body and spirit."
"Call me Shi Lou."
Han Yingying suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed and glanced at him: "To call an idol by their name, I fear being struck by lightning."
Amused by her words, Shi Lou asked with a laugh, "Does an idol not have a name anymore?"
"You're the idol, whatever you say is right."
Shi Lou couldn't help but laugh again, the gloom and despair between his brows lessening significantly.
Noticing this, Han Yingying felt even happier in her heart.
