Yu Yao took this caregiver job only because her friend told her it paid well. The employer was named Lu Wensheng, sitting in a wheelchair. Yu Yao thought she looked as beautiful as someone who had stepped out of a magazine. But the next second, that person from the magazine grabbed a cup and threw it at her. Yu Yao didn't dodge. Later, she learned that her employer wasn't bad-tempered; she was afraid. From being a golden child to being paralyzed in a car accident, she had wrapped herself into a hedgehog covered in thorns, thinking that if she drove everyone away, she wouldn't hurt anymore. But Yu Yao simply wouldn't leave. She would pick the carrots out of Lu Wensheng's bowl, she would tightly grip Lu Wensheng's trembling hand when phantom limb pain struck, and she would push the wheelchair along the lakeside through the long spring. Later, Lu Wensheng got a prosthetic, could walk, and could laugh as she threw herself into Yu Yao's arms. Seeing Lu Wensheng getting better day by day—able to smile, able to stand, and willing to paint again—Yu Yao felt her task was complete. She left only a note of reminders and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, a month later, Lu Wensheng found her, red-eyed, blocking her at the door and asking, "Yu Yao, what are you running from?" Only then did Yu Yao realize she had been seen through long ago. She didn't want to stay, but she didn't dare to. And the person she had pulled out of the wheelchair decided to come over herself and hold on to her. "You think you're done after curing me?" "Yu Yao, my legs are healed." "You also know, I've adapted to the prosthetic very well. So, you can't run away."