Chapter 89 - 087 Sleeping Together
Tian Sangsang cleared her throat and reminded him, "Your room is ready, it’s next door. If anything happens at night, you can call out loudly for my help."
Zhao Chun nodded weakly, carefully scooting off the bed.
Seeing his awkward movements, Tian Sangsang immediately understood what was going on. She said, "Wait a moment, I’ll get you a crutch." When she was cleaning out the storage earlier, she had spotted a crutch standing against the wall. She quickly went to the storage room, found the crutch—which appeared to have once belonged to the original owner’s grandmother. The crutch was entirely brown, with a curved handle designed for better grip.
Tian Sangsang tossed the crutch toward him. "Here, give it a try."
Zhao Chun took it, gripping the crutch in his hand—it was just the right size, quite good. Using the crutch as a substitute for his other leg was far better than hopping around on one foot like before. His eyes reddened, overwhelmed with complicated emotions—it truly was a "mix of feelings," impossible to describe in just one word. Thinking back to a few days ago—those were the lowest days of his life, crawling around on the ground. While Biao-ge was the instigator behind all this, Tian Sangsang hadn’t been entirely uninvolved either; yet now, ironically, it was also Tian Sangsang who had saved him, given him a place to stay, treated him, fed him, clothed him. Though... well, damn it, the clothes he was wearing right now were women’s clothes.
In his most desperate moment, the only one who reached out... was this Tian Sangsang, with her pitch-black hands.
What triumph and what defeat—all tied to Tian Sangsang.
"Mom, he’s crying again," Meng Shuyan tugged at the hem of Tian Sangsang’s shirt, saying quietly while looking up at her. This was, without a doubt, the most fragile uncle he had ever seen.
Tian Sangsang was stunned, watching as the tear rolled down Zhao Chun’s cheek. She thought to herself, "This is like a male version of Lin Daiyu." She patted Meng Shuyan’s head and said in a calm and collected tone, "He’s crying tears of gratitude. Because we’re just that kind. Yanyan, remember this: ’To gift someone a rose leaves a lingering fragrance on the hand.’ If everyone offers a little love, the world will become a better place~~~"