Although he recovered quickly, the injury had affected his muscles and bones, making it extremely painful to stand for long periods or to be in the cold.
He sat at Lin Xinlan's doorstep, his legs stiff and having lost all sensation.
Lu Xiaofan had casually bought two thick cotton-padded jackets in town, draping one over his body and wrapping the other around his legs.
She kept rubbing his legs, but there was still no feeling in them.
As the weather grew colder and a chill wind blew for a while, his legs shook with pain.
But he clenched his teeth tightly, not making a sound.
Lu Xiaofan gritted her teeth, knelt on the ground, and undid her own jacket to cradle his legs in her arms, warming him with her body heat.
"Qiao Yiyang, you're going to kill yourself!" she glared at him, saying angrily.
The man's eyes were deep, and he pursed his lips, remaining silent.
