Jun duonuan visits Xia Beiqing in the hospital almost every day. He often brings some funny things and prepares some jokes, hoping to make Xia Beiqing happy.
After she finished the joke, she could see Xia Beiqing smile, but it was a farfetched smile, as if just to make others feel at ease, not from the heart.
That kind of smile is more painful than crying.
Jun Duowen even thinks that he will never be really happy.
After a period of time, Xia Beiqing leaves hospital and is taken back to Jun's home. In the hall, Shen Zhiyu is standing in front of Jun Xianrong, almost begging.
"Can I stay here to take care of the north? I know you're angry about my sister, and I know I have no face to stay here, but I can't leave North now. "
Jun Xianrong's face was tense. Without saying anything, he turned and left.
He didn't know what kind of emotion he should use to treat Shen Zhiyu. This boy is the younger brother of that woman. In order to save him, he became what he is now, but he is also a lover willing to give up his life.
Jun Xianrong didn't know whether the situation of Xia Beiqing would get better or worse if Shen Zhiyu was driven out, because Xia Beiqing not only injured his legs and vocal cords, but also his heart. No matter how good the medical skills, it couldn't be cured.
At night, Shen Zhiyu came into the room with Tang. He saw Xia Bei lying on the edge of the bed, with his upper body almost hanging in the air. He tried to support his arms on the wheelchair beside the bed, as if he wanted to transfer his body to the wheelchair.
Shen Zhiyu rushed over, put the soup aside and held Xia Beiqing's body: "what are you doing? It's too dangerous."
Xia Beiqing pointed to the wheelchair, probably to say that he wanted to sit on it by himself.
Shen Zhiyu helped him up, leaned against the bed, shook his head and said, "come little by little. Don't worry. I'll practice with you slowly. Even if I don't take a wheelchair, it doesn't matter. I can carry you wherever I go."
He carries him out of the basement. From now on, he can accompany him anywhere. He said that he is his leg.
Shen Zhiyu picked up the soup, scooped a spoon, blew it gently, and then handed it to Xia Beiqing's lips. Xia Beiqing hid for a while, and stretched out his hand to the bowl of soup, as if he wanted to come by himself.
When Shen Zhi met him, he handed the soup to Xia Beiqing, and told him not to worry: "slow down."
Xia Beiqing raised his hand tremblingly, scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to his mouth.
Shen Zhiyu looked at him quietly. Then, he touched his pale cheek with his hand and said: "eat more, you are too thin now."
After drinking the soup, Shen Zhiyu sends the bowl out, and soon returns to his room to accompany Xia Beiqing. He is afraid that Xia Beiqing will be injured if he is not there.
Shen Zhiyu wrung the towel dry and wiped his face for Xia Bei. He wiped his hands again. After hesitating for a while, he asked carefully, "do you need to wash your feet?"
Xia Beiqing's face was stiff for a moment, and he shook his head.
Shen Zhiyu said with a smile, "it doesn't matter. Let's go to sleep instead of washing."
Help Xia Beiqing lie down on the bed. Shen Zhiyu also takes off his shoes and socks and lies down beside him. He stretches out his arm to hold Xia Beiqing. Xia Beiqing is also like a child who has no sense of security and curls up tightly in Shen Zhiyu's arms. 
Late at night, Shen Zhiyu sleeps in a daze and is suddenly awakened. He feels that Xia Beiqing is struggling in his arms. Shen Zhiyu immediately turns on the light.