Too Much of a Good Thing Turns Bad

When I was sixteen, I lost a leg while saving Shen Yichuan.

Afterward, the bright and earnest boy stayed by my bedside for a full six months.

During my rehabilitation, cold sweat streamed down my face, but I never once cried out in pain. Shen Yichuan, watching from the side, instead pulled me into his arms without a second thought, his voice choked with sobs.

Yingying, let's stop. We don't have to do this anymore.

It doesn't matter if you can't walk. I'll be your crutch from now on.

Then, one month before our wedding, I accidentally overheard Shen Yichuan pouring out his troubles to a friend.

If I'd known I'd be guilt-tripped for the rest of my life, I'd rather Yingying had never saved me.

You have no idea how creepy it is to look at that dangling leg when I'm in bed with her.

I was forced to marry a disabled woman. Can't you at least let me blow off some steam?

That was when I realized I had become a burden to everyone.

Even Shen Yichuan was no exception.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.