Qiao Lan felt her heart skip a beat.

Why … Why is there a scar?

She knew that Tan Mo had AS since he was a child, and his legs were crippled after a car accident. But … Why is there such a hideous scar? Was it left by the car accident?

But other than this scar, there were no other marks around it. A car accident shouldn't leave such a flat scar, and this scar …

It looked more like a scar left by a sharp weapon like a knife …

The skin on the teenager's legs seemed paler than his face and hands. They were different from the legs of boys of the same age who ran and played basketball on the field. There were no visible muscles and the curve of the muscles. His calves and ankles were unusually slender, not like a boy's, but more like a slender girl's.

At first glance, his legs were pale, slender, and had a morbid beauty. But behind his back, it was the initial sign of muscle atrophy.

His muscles began to shrink, and the muscle fiber tissue began to thin little by little, and eventually disappeared.

At this moment, Tan Mo's legs were marked with a glaring scar. His calves were trembling slightly. He bent down in a panic and hurriedly pulled up the quilt to cover his legs. Qiao Lan saw that his pale face was still expressionless, but his hands were holding the quilt too tightly.

He didn't want her to see it.

He didn't want her to see his morbid and terrifying legs.

But he was in pain, because Qiao Lan saw the medicine bottle on his bed. It was used to relieve nerve pain, neuropathy, and other symptoms.

Qiao Lan suddenly realized that Tan Mo wasn't suffering from stomach pain, but from his legs and nerves.

"Do you need to take medicine?" Qiao Lan hurriedly ran out to get some water. She took out the pills according to the instructions on the bottle and handed them to Tan Mo. Qiao Lan didn't know how painful it was when the nerves hurt. She could only see that Tan Mo's eyes were unfocused from the pain. She hurriedly took out her phone and called Uncle Chen, ignoring the fact that it was already so late.

When Uncle Chen received a call from Qiao Lan in the middle of the night, he was so shocked that he hurriedly asked what had happened. When Qiao Lan finished speaking, he heaved a sigh of relief. However, he was still very anxious. "It hurts once or twice a month. There's no fixed time, and he doesn't go to the hospital. When he's in pain, he can only take medicine and endure it. The medicine is in his bedside drawer.

After Qiao Lan hung up the phone, he hurriedly put away the medicine bottle and went to the bathroom to soak the towel in hot water. He wrung the towel until it was half dry before he came back and pulled the blanket away.

Tan Mo, who had taken painkillers but was still in so much pain that his whole body was in a daze, was suddenly triggered when the quilt was lifted up on the Qiao Lan. He grabbed the quilt tightly and refused to let her see.

"Tan Mo, let go." Qiao Lan grabbed his hand. "Your leg needs a hot compress."

"No." Tan Mo couldn't listen to her and didn't want to listen. He knew what Qiao Lan was going to do. Every time his leg hurt, Uncle Chen would also give him a hot compress and massage. Tan Mo never thought that Uncle Chen's actions were anything special. However, when Qiao Lan lifted up the quilt, there was only one thought in Tan Mo's mind. He couldn't let Qiao Lan see it.

He didn't want Qiao Lan to see such an ugly scar and abnormal leg.

He wanted to push away Qiao Lan's hand, but when he raised his head and looked at Qiao Lan's eyes, his gaze was both dazed and pleading. "Don't look." The young man's usually calm voice couldn't help but tremble because of the pain and embarrassment. "Don't look … It's ugly …"

"It's not ugly, Tan Mo." Qiao Lan grabbed the young man's trembling hand. Her voice was unprecedentedly soft, as if a little louder would scare this fragile young man. "Really, it's not ugly at all. Let go, okay? Mo Mo, listen to me and take your hand away."

She pried open Tan Mo's fingers bit by bit and removed his hand that was tightly holding the quilt. When the quilt was lifted up again, the pale skin and hideous scar were exposed in front of her eyes again.

Qiao Lan covered Tan Mo's trembling leg with a warm towel.

"Is it hot?" Qiao Lan held the towel in her hand. She didn't feel that it was very hot, but she was afraid that Tan Mo was too sensitive to temperature.

Tan Mo sat on the bed stiffly and helplessly. He looked at Qiao Lan's hands that were covering his leg with the towel. After a while, he said in a low voice, "I don't know. I can't feel it."

He didn't know if it was hot or not.

Not only could he not feel the temperature of the towel, but he also couldn't feel the strength of Qiao Lan's hands that were covering his leg.

He could only feel waves of pain in his nerves that made him want to collapse.

Tan Mo said it very naturally, but Qiao Lan felt an indescribable pain in her heart. Only then did she remember that Uncle Chen had said on the phone that Tan Mo couldn't feel anything below his knees at all.

He couldn't feel the temperature or the strength of the towel, but he could feel the pain in his nerves. If his nerves were in pain, didn't that mean that it wasn't to the point where it couldn't be recovered?

The towel quickly cooled down. Qiao Lan went to the bathroom and soaked it in hot water again. After half an hour of hot compressing, Tan Mo's excessively white calf was slightly stained with blood. The scar also became redder because it had been exposed to the hot air for a long time.

Tan Mo sat motionlessly and watched Qiao Lan repeatedly compress his leg over and over again. She was very serious and focused.

She seemed to really … not be afraid, and she didn't feel that it was ugly …

The medicine gradually took effect, and the pain finally subsided. He still couldn't feel anything on his calf, but maybe it was a psychological effect. Tan Mo seemed to be able to feel the strength of the hands that were pressing on his calf. He stared at Qiao Lan's hands without moving. He watched as she removed the towel for the last time. After a while, she gently placed it on the scar.

Tan Mo couldn't help but take a step back again.

Qiao Lan hurriedly retracted her hands. "I'm sorry," she said. Then she said softly, "… This scar, how did it come about? Was it from the car accident?"

"No." Tan Mo couldn't help but want to cover his leg with the blanket again. This time, Qiao Lan didn't cover his leg with the towel. Her hands pressed directly on his leg. Tan Mo was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

Uncle Chen said that it was best to massage after the hot compress. Qiao Lan didn't know how to massage, but a little massage was always good.

"Then … was it someone else who hurt you?"

"No." Tan Mo's whole body tensed up again. His hands were tightly clenched on both sides of his body.

"I did it myself."

Qiao Lan's hands that were massaging his leg suddenly froze.

He did it himself …

He hurt himself …

Qiao Lan suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a sentence in the book that Tan Mo suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder after the car accident. He had once hurt himself.

The scar on his leg was left behind at that time.

Qiao Lan's eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore, especially when she looked at the scar at such a close distance. What kind of pain did Tan Mo, who was so insensitive to emotions, go through to develop post-traumatic stress disorder and stab his leg with a knife?

Qiao Lan wanted to reach out and touch it, but she was afraid that it would hurt Tan Mo. Therefore, she retracted her hand again, carefully avoiding the scar, and started massaging again.

"I just saw that the bottle of medicine can relieve nerve pain. Tan Mo, your nerve is still responding. Can your leg still be cured?"

Tan Mo went silent again.

Whenever he didn't want to talk, this was his reaction.

Qiao Lan had known him for almost a year. She could see that he was lying, and she could also vaguely understand what he meant when he was silent. Tan Mo's leg might really be cured.

"If it can be cured, why not go?"

Because he couldn't go, and he shouldn't go.

A person who shouldn't have been born, a person who should have died in the car accident, survived by accident, and a person who shouldn't have died died in the car accident.

The defective product still lived in the world, but his mother, who had worked hard for half her life for this defective product, left forever because of him.

He always remembered that his grandmother had told him that he had been a burden to his mother since he was born. He had been a burden to her for more than ten years, and in the end, he had even killed her.

He didn't want to live, but he had to live because of his mother's last words. But these legs, these legs that were crippled in the car accident, since they were already crippled, then let them be crippled forever.

Qiao Lan finally got Tan Mo's answer, but she couldn't understand the meaning of this answer. Tan Mo said.

This was what he deserved.

He wanted to push Qiao Lan's hand away and tell her not to waste time on these legs, but in the end, he didn't open his mouth. He was a little reluctant to open his mouth.

He couldn't feel the strength, but he was still reluctant to part with this feeling.

Time gradually passed. Because of the pain just now, the young man's spirit was a little weak, and he finally slowly closed his eyes. Qiao Lan carefully covered Tan Mo with the quilt again. She sat by the bed and looked at the young man's pale but delicate face.

His brows, which had never been wrinkled, were slightly wrinkled in his sleep.

Even sleeping seemed to be torturous.

Qiao Lan reached out her hand and gently pressed between the young man's eyebrows, slowly pushing the wrinkled brows away.

Early the next morning, at eight o 'clock, Uncle Chen hurried back.

After receiving Qiao Lan's call last night, he couldn't sleep anymore. It wasn't easy for him to stay awake until dawn, and then he directly drove back.

Tan Mo was too tired last night and hadn't gotten up yet. Qiao Lan woke up half an hour ago and was preparing the breakfast that the nutritionist had sent over.

Uncle Chen quietly opened the door to Tan Mo's room, went in, and then quietly left. He turned around and looked at Qiao Lan, who was in a daze and didn't know what to think.

He called Qiao Lan in a low voice, and only then did Qiao Lan come back to her senses. She took out the breakfast and sat on the other side of the table. After a while, she said, "Uncle Chen, Tan Mo's legs can actually be cured, right?"

Uncle Chen was silent for a while, and then he said, "It can be cured, but it's very difficult. The success rate is less than 20%, and the treatment process … is very painful. The most important thing is …"

"It's Tan Mo himself who doesn't want to be cured."

Uncle Chen was stunned. He stared at Qiao Lan for a long time, and then his eyes dimmed as he nodded. "Yes, he doesn't want to be cured at all."

He said, "It's all karma."

After coming out of the kitchen, Qiao Lan stood on the balcony and took a deep breath. She had never felt so powerless before. She didn't know what to do at all. She always thought that Asperger's Disease was very serious, but what was more serious was Tan Mo's extreme and deep-rooted thoughts.

At 9: 30 in the morning, Tan Mo finally woke up. He sat in the wheelchair and looked at the girl whose back was facing him. His mind was still not clear because he had just woken up, and he suddenly remembered that Qiao Lan had taken care of him for half the night last night. She had even used her hands to massage him.

The youth's back suddenly straightened again.

Qiao Lan heard the noise and turned her head. Tan Mo had just woken up, and he hadn't tidied up his soft hair. There were a few strands that stuck up restlessly, and his ahoge hair instantly made the youth look even more silly.

Qiao Lan suddenly smiled.

Tan Mo looked at the smile on Qiao Lan's face. Facing the sunlight, the girl's smile was even more dazzling than the sun. Tan Mo subconsciously wanted to return Qiao Lan's smile with the same expression.

But in the end, he didn't know how to smile. It was as if his facial muscles didn't listen to him. In the end, he still had that weird and funny expression.

Qiao Lan clapped her hands and walked over. She looked at the youth and said, "I know what to do today. Tan Mo, I'll teach you how to recognize expressions and how to smile."