"Jiani, can you take me out for a walk?" Jin Wenhan moves his wheelchair closer to Wei Jiani, who had just entered the room. His face bore an unusual softness, unlike his mother's, perhaps more like his father's. So, his facial features are naturally elegant.
"Sure," Wei Jiani rushes over to help push his wheelchair outside.
Once outside, the cold early winter wind brushes against their faces, sending prickles of cold up their cheeks.
"Jiani, thank you."
"If not for you, my legs might have been ruined. Thank you for performing the surgery," Jin Wenhan, who had been unconscious at the time, remembered someone saying they'd need to amputate his legs and he'd become handicapped. But when he woke up, he still had his legs, and the doctor in lab coat was standing there.
The doctor was Wei Jiani.
Wei Jiani holds Jin Wenhan's hand, but shrinks back slightly at the look in his eyes.