Nangong Zhongli looked at Qin Yi, feeling a wave of complexity in her heart.
"Yes, Qin Yi, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Qin Yi took two steps forward.
"Is there really nothing here worth your longing? Must you do this for that man?"
"No! It's not for him!" Nangong Zhongli suddenly looked at Qin Yi with some agitation.
"It's just for myself." She lowered her head again, murmuring, "All these years, I've felt so tired. I just want to leave alone now, to leave quietly."
"And then? Then you'll never come back?" Qin Yi asked painfully.
Nangong Zhongli's gaze fell on her other leg.
Even though a prosthetic had been fitted, sitting in the wheelchair made it not so obvious.
But it was already gone; what could a person who was already disabled long for? Moreover, with her body...no matter where, no matter with whom, she was probably just a burden to others.
Her hand on her knee gradually tightened.
