He can't stand up.
He can't stand up, can't walk, so he can't dodge quickly.
Sitting in a wheelchair, even the wheelchair becomes a burden in dangerous moments.
Shen Jue hates himself, for not being able to stand up.
Why did Rong Qingqing have to shield him from danger?
This time, they were lucky, she's fine.
If she really fell or got hurt, what would he do?
"I'm already like this, can't get any worse, but you're different." Shen Jue pressed Rong Qingqing's hand against his face, repeating four words continuously.
You're different.
He has experienced the cold warmth of reality and doesn't want her to go through it too.
He knows the pain of losing legs, doesn't want her to experience it.
He knows getting hurt is painful, bleeding hurts, so he doesn't want her to suffer any injury.
He can endure all the malice the world throws at him, but he doesn't want her to bear even a bit of it.
He likes her the way she is, being able to jump when happy, leave when unhappy.
