Even though he loved Fengyu, if he were truly confined to a wheelchair, becoming a cripple, frustrated and unfulfilled—over the long years of life, would resentment or hatred eventually take root? No one could say for certain. He knew it was an accident, that Fengyu never intended harm—but his broken leg was, after all, because of her. If it hadn't been for the leg injury, the poisoning wouldn't have happened.
As Fengyu watched him sitting in the wheelchair, would she feel guilt, regret, sorrow? Would he be able to face her pitying gaze with equanimity? Their hearts connected, yet he had never once told Fengyu about the true extent of his leg injury, nor had he revealed that he would be crippled if the poison couldn't be neutralized.
Now, the unexpected twist of fate—Fengyu had found the antidote.
In the vast workings of destiny, it seemed inevitable.
It began with Fengyu, and it would end with Fengyu.
