Pei Yu's natural use of "we" warmed Wang Ming's heart.
He looked up and glanced at Pei Yu, who was seriously pushing the wheelchair forward, and smiled slightly.
"How are you doing now?"
Pei Yu spoke to Wang Ming as she walked, "Have you had your leg treated by anyone? Can it be cured?"
Others always tried all sorts of ways to avoid this topic in front of Wang Ming, never mentioning his legs or his health.
But Pei Yu just asked it directly.
Wang Ming smiled, "I'm in good health; it's just these legs probably can't be cured anytime soon. What, now that I'm disabled, you're not going to be friends with me anymore?"
