Chapter 655: Legs Useless Spirit Gone

“I woke up early and didn’t have much to do, so I came to see you,” he said.

Ling Wei didn’t notice anything unusual in his expression.

She must have been scared.

Mo Tingshen had personally crippled Mo Li’s legs, and feeling utterly disheartened, she had jumped from the third floor, thinking death would have been better.

Yet she didn’t die; lying in the hospital bed, seeing Mo Suizhi bustling about to care for her, the guilt spread through her layer by layer.

She blinked away the moisture in her eyes and forced a smile, “Why come to see me?

I’m fine.

It’s also inconvenient for you.

Don’t come tomorrow.”

Mo Suizhi didn’t say anything.

His hand rested on the railing at the end of the bed, his fingertips gently rubbing it, eyes slightly downcast.

After a while, he lifted a slight smile toward her.

“Got it, I’ll come less from now on.”

Ling Wei suddenly felt a bitter taste in her heart, “That’s not what I meant…”

What did she mean then?

After speaking, on further reflection, wasn’t it just despising him for being disabled and still insisting on taking care of her?

“Suizhi, don’t overthink it.

Mom really didn’t mean that.

What I meant is, it’s not convenient for you to travel back and forth, and besides, Tingshen has found two caretakers for me.

They are quite good and can manage,” she explained.

Mo Suizhi was still smiling, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

He wasn’t angry, nor did he argue, just as always, compliant with her.

Since the car accident three years ago, Mo Suizhi’s temperament had changed dramatically from lively and bright to increasingly reserved.

He was always smiling, his nature gentle, and she hardly saw him get angry anymore.

Yet before the accident, his emotions were vivid; he would get angry, act spoiled, and even stick with Mo Tingshen to spar.

A pair of ruined legs had ground away his temper too.

Mo Li was still lying at home in a coma, but Mo Suizhi didn’t want to stay there, preferring to be at her side.

The reason was nothing other than Mo Li sending an assassin after him and Chu Yao back then.

“Big brother has always been more outstanding than me, but he’s busy, can’t come, and I’m free, so I… I just came,” Mo Suizhi said with eyes downcast, as if finally mustering the courage to speak for himself.

Ling Wei’s heart shattered, “Mom’s not driving you away.

If you wish, then let’s stay together, just the two of us.”

Mo Suizhi looked up.

She smiled, “Xiao Zhou and Xiao Gu are very good, but ultimately they are outsiders.

You are better than them.”

His smile finally broadened.

He maneuvered his wheelchair to the bedside and handed her warm water.

“Mom, have some water.”

“Sure, ah, thank you,” she said.

Ling Wei was really thirsty and drank a cup in one gulp.

Mo Suizhi took the empty cup and turned around to fetch a food container.

There was a movable table by the bed.

He took out the food, arranged it, and pushed it in front of Ling Wei.

Looking at the logo, it was from the breakfast shop she often visited.

But Ling Wei seemed to have no appetite, each bite tiny, occasionally furrowing her brow, her complexion slightly pale.

Mo Suizhi thought for a moment and asked, “Do you need to use the restroom?”

Ling Wei’s face turned slightly embarrassed, chuckling, “Guess we have to call Xiao Zhou in.”

“Okay.”

Mo Suizhi made a call to Xiao Zhou, and soon, a young girl in her twenties came in.

She and another caretaker worked in shifts; Xiao Gu had stayed over the night and left at dawn, planning to return in the afternoon.

They only cared for her together for a few hours in the afternoon.

Ling Wei had injured her leg, making it difficult for her to move, her foot shaking from pain whenever it touched the ground.

Xiao Zhou was so worried, “Should I call another nurse to help, and we can assist you together?

You can sit and rest for a while first.”

“No need,” she replied.