Qiao Xia turned around and picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground. "You hold onto it. If you can hold onto it, I'll believe you're okay."
Mu Liang looked at the stone in her hand. He knew he couldn't hold this stone, he could manage no more than Dudu's little pacifier. Anything heavier was a burden for him.
"Ah Liang..."
"Enough, it's enough. Even if I rehabilitate, what does it matter? Rehabilitation takes at least half a year, and I don't even have half a year's life left. Why waste time on something so meaningless? A ghost doesn't care whether its arms are whole or crippled."
