Chu Lin woke up, and he learned of the failed surgery.
Strangely, he felt very calm inside. Although he had held onto hope for a while, he had spoken with the doctors, knowing the success rate wasn't very high. Hence, Chu Lin calmly accepted the truth. When the results came out, he appeared calm without much hysteria. He thought, if this life meant his legs were hopeless, he couldn't accept it but had to go on. Could he seek death? If he did, what about Ah Sheng, what about dad? Why was he so cowardly?
Chu Lin looked at Lin Jingsheng with a gaze of utter disillusionment, "Ah Sheng, maybe for this lifetime, I can only sit in a wheelchair."
Lin Jingsheng held his hand, "You won't, trust me. When Bai Ye comes back, he will definitely have a way. He's just missing now, but when he's found, he'll figure it out. Hang in there."
Looking into his sincere eyes, Chu Lin felt surprisingly peaceful inside. Ah Sheng...
"Okay."
