Yin Shixiu watched the graceful figure of the woman walking toward the bathroom, the sting from her flick still lingering on his forehead.
A trace of bewilderment flashed across his expression…
After the bewilderment, only a helpless, faint smile remained.
His wife's respect and admiration for him had been dwindling, and sometimes she even treated him like a child.
Yin Shixiu wasn't saying this way of getting along was bad, it was just that… beneath the novelty there was a faint sense of crisis.
Soft sounds of running water drifted out from the bathroom. Yin Shixiu's gaze dropped slightly, and without even trying, he could see the two legs under the quilt.
The fourth stage of treatment had already begun.
The good news was, his legs no longer went numb as often as before, to the point of being completely without sensation for an entire day.
