On the way home, A Fei deliberately walked ahead of Li Xiu, her tears swirling in her eyes, held back with great effort, knowing how difficult it was for Li Xiu to still be able to run around on the field.
Over the years, she had been taking care of Li Xiu, watching him lose control over himself day by day.
The guy who once could effortlessly kick any kind of ball like magic with his feet, now couldn't even throw a ball with his hands.
Over the years, Li Xiu's control over his body had gotten worse and worse, especially in the past two years. He could hardly eat with chopsticks, his hands trembled so badly that even if he could grab some food, it would rarely make it to his mouth.
The man who once had the world at his feet now couldn't even take care of his own life. Although Li Xiu was always optimistic, seeing him fall time and again on the field and kick the ball off course made her heart ache.
