He already couldn't beat Deng Yuyuan in a fight. If his arm was crippled, when his wife wanted to leave in the future, he wouldn't even be able to hold her back.
He didn't wait for Deng Yuyuan's answer. The complex emotions in his eyes gradually subsided, and he asked another question instead, "Are you sick?"
Deng Yuyuan shook her head. "I'm accompanying a little girl from my neighborhood to see a doctor."
Meng Deyin's eyes softened. He tentatively raised his hand, his fingertips hooking a strand of Deng Yuyuan's slightly damp hair to help her tidy her appearance.
Deng Yuyuan didn't dodge, which undoubtedly made him feel even better. It didn't matter if she didn't want to say why she came to Beijing. He would stay with her from now on and never let Deng Yuyuan out of his sight again.
"I came to Beijing because I was successfully admitted, but my admission letter was intercepted halfway. So, I am now a student at Jinghua University," Deng Yuyuan told him.
