Fu Cheng knew he shouldn't be sulking at Shen Lu.
But the thought of her staring at Xue Can's bare torso just moments ago ignited an inexplicable anger within him.
'My physique isn't bad either. Granted, I haven't worked out in so long that my muscles aren't as defined, but…'
Fu Cheng suddenly realized that, at the end of the day, he was a disabled man with incomplete limbs. Xue Can might be inferior to him in other areas, but he could run and jump. He was a whole person. That fact alone was enough to completely eclipse him.
The man grew even more despondent.
Shen Lu misinterpreted Fu Cheng's silence, assuming he was in too much pain to type. She immediately put down her spoon and went to unwrap his bandages.
"Wounds get infected easily in this damp weather. Is yours inflamed? That shouldn't be possible. I've been changing your dressings on schedule."
Shen Lu muttered to herself, running through all the possible reasons for his discomfort.
