"Senior Sister!"
Qin Lie's voice was hoarse and trembling with emotion as he called out to stop her. "Is it because of my family background? Or is it because... I've been crippled, with no hope of recovery?!"
Zhou Yu stopped at the doorway and turned around, struggling to maintain a comforting expression. "Junior Brother Qin, don't let your imagination run wild. Just focus on recuperating. Your injuries... a recovery isn't impossible."
"Recovery?!"
Qin Lie let out a miserable laugh as if he had just heard the world's most absurd joke. His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and the indignation in his heart erupted like a volcano. "Don't I know whether I can recover or not?! I'm not going to recover! You! And Master! How long are you going to keep lying to me?!"
"CRASH!"
The piercing sound of shattering ceramic exploded through the room as medicinal liquid splashed everywhere and shards scattered across the floor.
