Outside the door, Shen Zhiyi thought something had happened and immediately rushed in.
With just a glance, she was stunned.
Tang Chen sat quietly in the bathtub. His hair was all wet, and his wet hair stuck to his forehead, making his skin look even paler.
He didn’t move, as if he was an abandoned pet. He clearly didn’t show any signs of weakness, but it made her heart ache instantly.
She squatted down. “Get up.”
Feeling Tang Chen get up, she directly carried him onto the bed.
Tang Chen brushed away the strands of hair on his forehead and said calmly, “You can go out. Rest early.”
“No Rush.”
Shen Zhiyi brought over a hairdryer and sat at the head of the bed to blow-dry his hair. Her expression was focused, and her movements were gentle.
“Tang Chen, I’ll cure you, I swear.”
Tang Chen’s lips twitched. “I don’t care about these things.”
He was just a little overwhelmed by the fact that he had become a disabled person who needed someone to take care of him.