A City, the orthopedic ward of the city hospital.

Dressed in a white dress that carried a hint of ethereal beauty, Xia Mo leaned against the white wall, appearing a bit pale.

She held a medical report in her hand, recalling the doctor’s words: "Xia Mo, as a doctor, I have to tell you very responsibly that Mr. Mo's calf muscles have atrophied. If he does not cooperate with the exercise, I'm afraid he will have to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

Worry and unease stirred a thousand waves in her heart!

An accident two years ago led her to dedicate two years of her youth as compensation. She looked forward to the day when Mo Yifeng could stand up again, so that they would owe each other nothing and she could regain her freedom. However, the doctor's words obviously doused her hopes with cold water.

Her clear, beautiful eyes held a hint of despair. Taking a deep breath, she turned and pushed open the door of the ward.

Mo Yifeng was lying in bed, eyes closed as he rested. Hearing the noise at the door, he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Xia Mo. His calm face gradually turned cold, emanating a chilly aura.

Already accustomed to Mo Yifeng's attitude, Xia Mo paid no mind to it. She walked to the bedside of Mo Yifeng and spoke softly: "You heard what the doctor said! Do you want to waste away in this bed forever?"

Hearing her words, Mo Yifeng's nerves tightened. With a gloomy face, his eyes glared at Xia Mo with a deadly stare, harshly shouting: "Get out!"

Xia Mo remained unmoved, standing steadfastly as she coldly stared at Mo Yifeng, emotionally erupting: "Get up!"

You can be capricious, but I can't afford to be! For two years, I think I have repaid much of what I owe you. If only you could stand up…

The thing Mo Yifeng hated most was being ordered around by others.

He reached for the cup on the bedside table, intending to throw it at Xia Mo.

However, Xia Mo was a step ahead, grabbing his wrist and forcibly snatching the cup from Mo Yifeng's hand.

"You want to throw a cup at me again? Do you have any other skills than this, Mo Yifeng?"

Xia Mo looked decisively at Mo Yifeng in front of her, her eyes filled with anger yet still maintaining her dignity. Her words were sharp and biting.

When the cup was grabbed away, Mo Yifeng's face twisted in rage, warning Xia Mo, "Get out!"

Ignoring his warning, Xia Mo held Mo Yifeng's wrist tightly and firmly stated, "Stand up!"

Her thin lips quivered slightly as if suppressing her fury, warning Xia Mo, "Let go!"

"Never. Mo Yifeng, let me tell you, I've been your slave for two years. If you continue this self-destructive behavior, I don't have the patience to stick around."

A cold smirk appeared on the corner of Mo Yifeng's mouth. He stared icily at Xia Mo who was just inches away and scoffed, "So, this is what you've been really thinking, right?"

Xia Mo didn't deny it, nor did she admit to it.

"Don't think that I don't know what's on your mind. You hope that I would recover so you could rightfully file for divorce and free yourself from me forever, right?"

This time, Xia Mo didn't deny it. Her eyes were indifferent as she stared at Mo Yifeng, firmly asking, "Why shouldn't I think this way? Our marriage was built on your injury. If you recover, naturally, you can pursue your happiness, and at the same time, I can be freed."

She was just that kind of woman, capable of easily stirring up Mo Yifeng's anger.

Enraged, Mo Yifeng shot back at Xia Mo, "Xia Mo, your thoughts are so naive. Do you really think that if I recover, you can just walk away?"