Song Zhiqing was unwilling, especially when he saw his peers with bright futures and rising success; the sense of discontent and injustice in his heart intensified even more.
They were all the same people, so why could others enjoy boundless glory while he was just a cripple, relying only on a wheelchair to get by?
Why was heaven so unfair, and why was it him who ended up disabled?
In these years, he had sought countless renowned doctors and tried every remedy and expensive medicine, but it was all in vain as he couldn't stand up again and could only sit in a wheelchair.
Song Zhiqing had hated, blamed, and been angry, but it was all to no avail.
In his free time, he thought about the incident from back then, he even visited the scene of the accident; he couldn't understand how he was so gravely injured on such a small slope, and wondered if there was something fishy about it.
