Yang Duo was discouraged and lay still on the bed, looking at the skylight on the roof. "Fang Jingchu, I don't know why you want to help me, and I don't know why you want to keep me, but I know that I don't like it here, and I think you know this too."
"Yang Duo, sometimes people can't think so complicatedly. For example, right now I just think that you are covered in wounds and you know whether you can walk or not. What good is being stubborn to you?"
Yang Duo thought of the injuries on his body. Yes, he couldn't walk. What was he holding on to?
Self-esteem? Backbone? With nothing to lose, Yang Duo laughed out loud as he thought about it, his whole body hurt from the shock, but the more it hurt, the more Yang Duo laughed, and the more he laughed, the more it hurt, and he burst into tears from the pain, and he laughed even happier.