Yan Luoxi waited for a moment but didn't see Li Yeqi come out. She walked to the bathroom door and raised her hand to knock. "Li Yeqi, breakfast is here. Are you ready?"
In the bathroom, Li Yeqi stood in front of the washbasin, his right hand trembling slightly, unable to hold the toothbrush firmly. His brows furrowed tightly; this wasn't the first time.
The first occurrence of this inability to hold things steadily was two years ago. He didn't pay much attention then, but as it happened from time to time afterward, he went to the hospital for a full-body checkup, and the doctor couldn't figure out why, only suggesting it might be post-traumatic stress disorder.
He didn't believe such a weak symptom would appear in himself. Later, the frequency reduced, and just when he had almost forgotten about it, while playing Rubik's cube with Yanling last time, his right hand suddenly couldn't move flexibly, as if his whole arm had frozen.
