The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

If it weren't for saving him, Beiqin would not have become like this, would no longer be able to walk, and would no longer be able to speak.

Shen Zhiyu's heart was torn to pieces by a hand.

Suddenly, he felt his head rubbed, raised his head, and bumped into a pair of quiet eyes.

Xia Beiqing was already awake. He saw the tears on Shen Zhiyu's face, showing distressed eyes, opened his mouth as if he wanted to talk, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no sound from his throat.

Shen Zhiyu immediately stood up, reached out his hand to hold Xia Beiqing's head, endured the sadness, and forced a smile: "Beijing, are you awake? It's okay, we have rescued you, and never again... It will cause you any harm."

Xia Beiqing raised his hand laboriously, pointed at his throat, looked at Shen Zhiyu with panicked eyes, and seemed to be asking him why his throat could not make a sound.

Shen Zhiyu slowly lowered his head, as if he had also become dumb, unable to speak a word.

Who can tell him what should he say?

This is too cruel, more painful than heart-cutting. 

Xia Beiqin clasped Shen Zhiyu's arm tightly with both hands, his expression became anxious, his mouth widened, and he kept trying to make a sound from his throat, making his pale face flushed red.

Shen Zhiyu couldn't bear to look at Xia Beiqin's appearance, and finally raised his head, but couldn't look directly into the boy's eyes. After hesitating for a long time, he spoke with difficulty and bitterness.

"The doctor said, your vocal cords are damaged, and there is no way to...speak."

Xia Beiqing's expression froze, and his eyes widened as she looked at Shen Zhiyu, as if it took a long time to understand the meaning of this sentence. He raised his hand to cover his throat and shook his head desperately.

Can't believe it, can't accept it.

What do you mean?

He couldn't talk anymore, he became a...dumb...

Suddenly, as if thinking of something again, Xia Beiqing propped up his upper body and stretched out his arms to touch his legs. He touched it, but why didn't he feel anything? Why does he want to move his leg, but he can't move at all?

why? What exactly is this for?

Until, Shen Zhiyu's voice sounded again.

"Your legs will not be able to stand and walk in the future."

Asking him to tell Xia Beiqing this personally would really cause him a thousand times more pain than putting a knife in his heart.

Xia Beiqing's face was distorted, he suddenly struggled to prop up his upper body, and slammed his legs with his fists, tears pattering down.

He wants to use this method to make his legs feel pain, even if there is only a little bit, just a little bit.

But, not at all, he saw his legs, but could no longer feel its existence.

"Beijing! Don't be like this!" Shen Zhiyu hurriedly held Xia Beiqing's hand, cupped his pale face, and said word by word: "It's okay, Beiqing, I will always be by your side, I I will take care of you for the rest of my life. From now on, I will be your legs, your voice, wherever you want to go, I will take you there, what do you want to say, I will tell you, OK?"

Xia Beiqing suddenly pushed Shen Zhiyu away, stubbornly trying to get out of bed, not believing that he really couldn't walk, he twisted something desperately, and finally fell severely to the cold ground.

Shen Zhiyu knelt down in front of him and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Xia Beiqing withdrew into Shen Zhiyu's arms like a child, unable to cry, only his body trembled.