When she appeared next to him, the water flowed cautiously, and when she left him, it stopped abruptly like a sudden summer rain.
Qiao Han sat in a darkened room, with only the slight light shining in through the gaps in the thick curtains. He sat there for a while until he was convinced that he really had a body, and then he smiled slightly. , Turned the wheelchair to the window, and pulled the curtains aside.
The sun suddenly dazzled his eyes and shone on his face. He looked at the mirror behind him. In the mirror, a man with a very good-looking but extremely pale complexion was reflected. His cheekbones were raised and his whole person looked extremely thin and gloomy. The roomy nightgown was very empty on his body, and he could see that there was no meat on his body.
Compared with the once strong physique, it is simply unsightly.
But for Qiao Han, he used to have nothing in the Wangchuan River, even his body was slumped. Now although his legs are paralyzed, he is indeed alive, which is enough.
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