Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 943: 942 Mixed Flavors

In the air, an utter silence pervaded.

It wasn’t absolute silence; you could still hear the sounds of machines, footsteps in the corridor, conversations next door, all those trivial noises flowing around. However, all of this only made the quiet in the hospital room even more pronounced, a kind of silence and stillness that clutched the heart and left one breathless.

Until Smith broke the silence—

“I’m not a coward.”

“Choosing to retire doesn’t mean weakness.” Li Wei nodded gently, “Sometimes, choosing to let go or back down requires incredible courage, because you’re saying goodbye to a career and dream you’ve dedicated your life to, and letting go might be harder than holding on.”

Smith stared blankly at Li Wei.

Since the injury, everyone treated him like a fragile glass doll, with utmost care and patience, accommodating his every need, fearing that even a little criticism could cause him to collapse entirely. But such kindness made him feel suffocated and endlessly frustrated.

Not Li Wei.

There was no pampering but also no harshness, keeping a level relationship, conversing like friends, and the mixed emotions unknowingly settled down.

Smith said, “I thought you came to cheer me up, to get me back on my feet.”