At the sound of the door opening, Hu Pu remained motionless in her wheelchair, only a raspy sound escaping her throat.
It was impossible to tell whether she had said something or merely made a meaningless noise.
The person who entered was a middle-aged woman in her early forties, wearing an apron. Her expression was unfriendly, and she held a bowl of rice.
"Hu Pu, time to eat."
The woman's tone was flat, but Lu Mi could hear the reluctance and impatience in it.
The person in the wheelchair really was Hu Pu. Then who was the person searching for something in the main room?
As soon as she put a spoonful of rice into Hu Pu's mouth, the woman set down the bowl. "I'll come back when you've finished that mouthful."
Clearly, this Hu Pu had limited mobility and couldn't take care of herself.
It made sense that someone had to feed her. But why had the woman left after just one spoonful? Was she really that impatient?
Then Hu Pu began chewing the food in her mouth.
Her facial muscles moved slowly, so slowly that someone taking a quick glance might not even think she was eating.
It took her a very long time to finish that mouthful.
Just watching made Lu Mi feel awful.
Blessed with a normal human body, he had never considered how painful it would be to develop a serious illness one day and become unable to manage even something as basic as eating on his own.
After a long while, the woman returned, hurriedly fed her a second spoonful, and left again.
She only muttered, "She's far too much trouble to look after, and the pay isn't even that good. I might as well go back to working as a nanny for my