"Now that you mention it, you really reminded me!" Yi Weiyang said with a laugh, "Connie, thank you!"
"I'm Luowa's friend, and you're her second uncle, which makes you my second uncle too." Connie chuckled, "Would you like some water? I'll grab it for you."
"No, no, sit down and rest for a bit." Yi Weiyang smiled warmly, "Honestly, I've been resisting the idea of getting a prosthetic because it feels like it's not part of me. But now that you've brought it up, I actually feel kind of eager to get one. I want to practice walking smoothly before Luowa's wedding—can't let my condition impact the aesthetics of her big day."
"Second Uncle, you're so thoughtful toward Luowa. You always put her first." Connie smiled as she adjusted Yi Weiyang's blanket.
