If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

Wan Chuncao tugged at Xu Muyu's trousers and said in a tearful voice, "Thank God, it's still here. Otherwise, how would you live?"

Xu Muyu paused, his ears reddened, and he quietly took her hand and placed it on his chest: "It's all over. I'm fine now. It doesn't matter."

Under Xu Muyu's guidance, Guan Chuncao's hand touched his arm, his lower back, his thigh, and all four of his limbs.

It's still there, but the injuries that have been suffered are, after all, suffered.

How those wounds healed and how difficult the healing process was are what make people most heartbroken.

Wan Chuncao's tears fell on the pillow again, wetting it.

She looked at Xu Muyu with eyes full of heartache, and the pain in her eyes was so severe that she wished she had suffered it for him.

Xu Muyu couldn't bear to see her look like that, so he held her lower back with his hands and lifted her over, and they both rested their heads on the same pillow.

Xu Muyu's kiss quickly fell on her eyelids.

"It's okay Tingting. It hurt a lot before, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

Xu Muyu kissed her eyelids, kissing away the tears.

He pecked her lips and kissed the corners of her eyes, just not wanting her to open her eyes.

He was afraid that if she opened her eyes, the look in her eyes that she wanted to do for him would reappear.

"Does it hurt?"

Wan Chuncao closed her eyes, but her hand could still accurately touch Xu Muyu's face and asked him, "Were you scared when you were in the car?"

Xu Muyu was attached to the warmth of her palm and subconsciously wanted to say it was okay.

But obviously, she didn't want to listen to him coaxing her.

"I can't see."

Xu Muyu kissed the corner of her eye, put his forehead against hers and closed his eyes together: "It happened so suddenly, I didn't see anything."

In a split second, there was a flash of black before my eyes, and then there was endless darkness.

In the darkness, someone was shouting, someone was yelling, someone was banging on the car windows, and someone was prying open the car body.

He couldn't see anything, only smelled the cold smell of blood.

The smell of blood mixed with the stench of gasoline and the noise of flesh bursting open was cold and fishy.

Later, he found out that it was his blood.

Is he scared? Probably not.

The hatred in my heart suppressed the fear.

He didn't have time to think about whether he would die, he just wanted the truth.

He wanted to ask Xu Zhi why he lied to him.

Why did you only lie to him for so many years?

Guan Chuncao put her hands on Xu Muyu's back and hugged him tightly.

"When I was in the hospital, I thought, this is how I'm going to live my life."

Xu Muyu also hugged Wan Chuncao tightly, resting his chin on her head: "I hate them, but I don't hate them."

If I want to hate him, I can only hate him for being deceived so easily.

He was in a car accident, he was alone in the hospital for treatment, he was lying on the hospital bed helpless, and after being discharged from the hospital he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. These were all the consequences of him trusting others so easily.

He has to bear it, he can only bear it.

He gave trust first.

Being deceived and abandoned are all his faults.

Before I knew it, my pajamas on my chest were wet.

Wan Chuncao did not continue to ask. She leaned on his chest and reached out to grab his trouser waist: "It's okay, husband, it's still here."

Her hand was tugging at the waistband of her pants, as if she was going to pull them down, or as if she was going to put her hand inside, so rudely. Xu Muyu leaned on her head and laughed dumbly: "Tingting..."

Wan Chuncao grabbed Xu Muyu's trousers and pressed herself against his chest: "I'm here too."

Does this mean that the two most important things are not lost?

Xu Muyu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his arms tightened unconsciously: "Stay with me a little longer."

do not leave me.

Wan Chuncao raised her head and kissed Xu Muyu on the chin, her tears also wet his chin: "You have to keep me."

Xu Muyu lowered his head and kissed her lips, then took her hand and deliberately put it under her belly: "Is this okay?"

Wan Chuncao's hand shrank back because of the heat, and she took the initiative to open her lips to cater to Xu Muyu, and did not pull her hand back: "Okay..."

Xu Muyu's tongue slipped in unceremoniously, but he stopped teasing her with his hands. He placed her hands on his body and pinched her waist to deepen the kiss.

If he wanted to keep her, he wouldn't use this method.

Even if he didn't need it, she would stay with him.

Her tears and her response told him so.

Kissing her lips and feeling the gradual heat in his body, Xu Muyu confirmed that he had someone by his side and he was no longer alone.

How can a lonely person taste the burning tears, or feel the scorching heat beating in his chest?

After crying loudly, Wan Chuncao was so tired that she fell asleep quickly.

But the sleep was not restful.

She lay in Xu Muyu's arms, her hands touching all over Xu Muyu's body in her sleep.

Touch his face, touch his hands, touch his chest and stomach, and kick his legs underneath.

After confirming that every part of his body was there, she put down her hands and feet and continued to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, he stretched out his hands and feet and touched Xu Muyu's body and his limbs.

After she had touched everything, she went back to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, she stretched out her hands and feet to reach Xu Muyu and repeated the action of touching his body.

Xu Muyu watched her searching for his body and limbs in her sleep for the fifth time. He held her hand, moved it down, changed it, and leaned into her arms.

Wan Chuncao hugged Xu Muyu and confirmed one last time that Xu Muyu was in her arms before she truly fell asleep.

She fell into a deep sleep, but Xu Muyu couldn't fall asleep.

In the darkness, he heard her uneven breathing, the sound of dust colliding in the air, and the faint chirping of insects.

Once, when he was in the hospital, he spent those long nights listening to the faint chirping of insects and the varying depths of footsteps in the hospital.

The messy sound of footsteps was the one he heard most often. The footsteps coming and going would approach and tell him: Your legs are severely squeezed. Even with surgery, we cannot guarantee that you can stand up.

Later, the footsteps left and came back, saying: The nerves in your waist are also affected. The possibility of standing up is very slim, and there is a possibility of paralysis. You must be mentally prepared.

Paralyzed?

Xu Muyu thought it was impossible.

So he spent two years doing what he could.

He cooperated with the treatment, he took medicine, he followed the arrangements for surgery, and he did exercises within his ability, even if he could only move his fingers.

Then he sat up.

Those messy footsteps with the smell of disinfectant came again, telling him: The fact that you can sit up is already the greatest miracle in your life, as for the rest...if you need it, we will introduce you to the wheelchair that suits you best.

Being able to sit up is indeed Xu Muyu’s greatest miracle.

When he was lying in bed for the umpteenth time, unable to go to the toilet normally due to surgery, and Liu Ma placed the urinal used by other patients under him, his miracle had begun to disappear.

As he was stripped of all his clothes over and over again just to make it easier for them to wash his body, his miracle was about to disappear.

After he heard again and again from those who were taking care of him behind his back how horrible and disgusting his ugly legs were, his miracle disappeared.

He tried, tried to make the miracle happen again.

After three years of trying, nothing happened.

When the caregiver discussed with him whether he could use adult diapers at his age, which would be more convenient, and the footsteps smelling of disinfectant told him again that miracles really would not happen, he accepted everything calmly.

He accepted the cold meals and he accepted being tossed around like cargo.

He also accepted their disdain, disdain for why he showed such disgusting legs, and why he couldn't just cooperate by drinking less water, eating less, and going to the toilet less often, so as not to make them so tired.

He accepted it all, and he accepted it very well.

His miracle has already happened, and life will not be lucky enough to have a second miracle happen.

But why, heat surged in his numb chest.

Why, after the loneliness tried to strangle him in vain, he would be filled with satisfaction.

Xu Muyu hid his face in Guan Chuncao's shoulders and neck. He finally admitted that he had always been lonely and had been ignored.

The miracle did not happen, but something better than a miracle appeared before his eyes. He didn't need to grab it, she would hold him tightly.

Somebody caught him, somebody caught him.

In the silent night, amidst the uneven breathing, there was a faint sound of crying, which was fleeting.

"I'll take a look."

Wan Chuncao checked Xu Muyu's clothes again, then checked his face again, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, very handsome."

Xu Muyu didn't care about his appearance. When Wan Chuncao finished her inspection, she took her hand and said, "I'll pick you up when you're done."

Wan Chuncao saw him out and touched his tidied hair and clothes: "Okay."

Xu Muyu pulled her over and kissed her before letting her go: "I'll pick you up soon."

"I didn't rush you."

Wan Chuncao glared at him, then bent down and kissed him back: "Then come and pick me up."

Xu Muyu bit her lips again reluctantly: "Okay."

Wan Chuncao let him kiss her one more time and was reluctant to let them separate like this.

Finally, Chen She couldn't stand it anymore and slammed the car door: "That's enough, you infatuated couple over there, separate now! Eating a meal doesn't cost you your life, why are you acting like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"