I was sold when I opened my eyes! My sick and disabled husband comforts me every night after he wake

Mourning then came to his senses.

"No... just now, it didn't seem to be you."

As soon as he said that, he quickly corrected himself.

"What I mean is, you looked really scary just now, like you weren't yourself."

She suddenly laughed.

"When others are kind to me, I am a gentle girl; but when others bully me, I will turn into a tiger or wolf."

"But they didn't bully you."

"You can't let them bully you."

Her words touched him for a moment. Although being protected by a woman was somewhat embarrassing, he felt a warmth in his heart.

He looked at her and sighed with shame.

"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this. Everything happened because of me, and now you have to protect me. They're right, I'm a complete failure."

"Shut up."

Her voice was tinged with displeasure.

“Mo Ning, you must not talk about yourself like that again. You must believe that you can become a strong and upright man sooner or later. You must let everyone see that you, Mo Ning, are not a waste. You must never underestimate yourself.”

"But……"

"If you look down on yourself because of two hooligans, then I will be disappointed in you."

After saying that, she poured the two half-buckets of water she had just brought back into the water tank and started a fire to cook.

Watching her busy figure, Mo Ning felt a renewed desire to stand up.

She said he could stand up, is that true?

Although he was uncertain, he was still looking forward to it.

After Erluzi and Sanshunzi were punished by Lan Zhi, they were still resentful and kept quiet for a few days.

Nie Yuan was sent by Nie Shuren to work as a clerk in the county government office in Binjiang Town. Without him in the village, the other hooligans didn't dare to cause trouble, and the whole village seemed to have become much quieter.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Lan Zhi had just returned from the city and bought chicken legs for Mo Ning.

When she carefully took the chicken leg out of her bosom, Mo Ning's eyes actually turned a little red.

It turned out that in order to help Mo Ning regain his strength, Lan Zhi had been trying to make him something nutritious to eat. However, because she had limited money, she would always hide in the kitchen to eat some thin porridge after feeding him.

Mo Ning once asked her why she didn't eat with him, and she only said that she had already eaten, which made Mo Ning suspicious.

Lan Zhi had only bought him one chicken leg. Looking at her increasingly gaunt face, he seemed to realize something and shook his head in refusal.

"Either we eat together, or neither of us eat."

Lan Zhi was a little angry.

"You must eat more, and eat your fill today, because I will perform the surgery on you tomorrow morning."

Mo Ning shook his head defiantly.

"I only found out today why you hid in the kitchen to eat alone. It's because you gave me all the good stuff and didn't want to eat it yourself, right?"

His question startled her for a moment, then she shook her head nonchalantly.

"No, I want to lose weight, but I don't like eating meat."

Mo Ning, however, simply did not believe it.

"You're lying to me. You're just not willing to eat. You've lost weight these past few days, much less than before you came. Lan Zhi, I know our family doesn't have much money. You don't need to cook for me separately anymore. I'll just drink thin porridge, like you."

As he said this, tears welled up in his eyes, and Lan Zhi felt a pang of sadness.

He's right, so what can we do?

There wasn't much money left in the house, but she felt relieved to see that he had gained a little weight in his face these past few days.

She sat down beside him, placed her hand on his, and whispered words of comfort:

"Mo Ning, if you care about me, listen to me and get well soon so you can protect me, take care of me, and earn more money to support me!"

Her gaze was so sincere that he couldn't bear to look directly at her.

Over time, he became increasingly dependent on her, and she became more and more patient with him.

But the more he felt this way, the more afraid he became. He was afraid that he would never be able to stand up again, afraid that he would disappoint her.

She tore a piece of meat from the chicken leg and held it to his mouth, but he stubbornly turned his head away.

"you eat first."

"I'm afraid of gaining weight..."

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either."

"I told you, I'm afraid of gaining weight."

"I don't care. We're a couple who've been through thick and thin together, so we should share the good times and the bad."

His remarks left her feeling both amused and exasperated.

With a slight smile, she popped the chicken leg meat she had just torn off into her mouth, chewing as she tore off another piece and offered it to him.

"Is this alright now?"

He then opened his mouth, took the meat she offered, and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right. By the way, the food you've been cooking for me lately has been too oily. My stomach isn't feeling well. I'll have plain porridge tomorrow!"

She knew he still wanted to save money for the family, and she smiled faintly.

"Yes, I will perform my first surgery tomorrow. If it is successful, after another month of rest, you will be able to move your hands. At that time, you will be able to turn your wheelchair by yourself and take care of yourself. I can then go to the mountain to collect some herbs to sell and also pick wild vegetables to eat."

Her words saddened him, but also seemed to offer a glimmer of hope. He asked in return,

"Will my hands really be able to move again in another month?"

Although she assured him several times that it was possible, he still couldn't believe it.

She nodded with a smile on her lips.

"How about we find out in a month?"

She took a bite of a chicken leg, then fed him a bite, and in no time, only the chicken bones were left.

She hadn't tasted this chicken leg in a long time. She bit off the bone at the joint, chewing as she laughed:

"This stuff is hard to digest, I'll eat it."

He watched her struggle to chew the chicken bone and sighed with heartache.

If possible, he really wanted to take her to eat the best food, buy her the most beautiful clothes, and let her live the most relaxed and comfortable life.

But all of this was just his fantasy; he dared not say it aloud because he was afraid he couldn't possibly do it.

The next morning, she closed and locked the front door before going inside.

Mo Ning lay on the bed, looking very tense.

Yesterday, Lan Zhi told him that he would fall into a deep sleep and lose consciousness while she was treating his injuries.

He had never encountered such a treatment method before, so he was a little scared.

He wasn't afraid of death; he was afraid... he would never see her again.

When Lan Zhi pushed the door open and entered, he blinked a few times and then turned his head to look in her direction.

She approached the bedside with an air of ease, looked down at her, and said softly:

"Take a nap first. When you wake up, the tendons and bones in your hands that were severed may be healed."

He was skeptical, but nodded nonetheless.

"Anything is fine, but can I ask you for a favor?"

As he said this, his eyes revealed a longing.

She nodded.

"No need to beg, just say what you have to say!"