Asher Land's tall figure stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance, with a hint of subtle loss in his eyes.
Sophie Smith gently walked to his back and embraced him from behind.
"Asher Land, from now on, I will be your left hand," she softly spoke.
His body visibly trembled a little.
"From now on, just keep me by your side anytime you like, and I will definitely take good care of you." She spoke with a smile on her lips.
He turned around, and the despondency on his face had long disappeared. A slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at her.
"Can you care for me for a lifetime?" he self-mocked with a smile, "I'm a cripple, after all."
"No, you're not!" she instinctively blurted out, remembering how proud Asher Land once was; he shouldn't think this way.
Seeing her tense expression, he knew he had said too much.
He sat down on the leather chair and then beckoned her to sit on his lap.
