Chapter 892

"There are no more opportunities."

"How could there be no more opportunities? The thing music needs is talent, not your legs." Meredith gestured at him to cheer him up. "I believe that you could do it."

She also believed that if he could get up on stage again, he would get better.

However, Charlie had no interest or motivation. He gently shook his head. "Forget about it, I'll just change careers."

Meredith did not know how to talk to him anymore. She could only console him to rest well before heading to the study room.

At night, Meredith walked over to Charlie, who had just come out of the bathroom. She asked concernedly, "Charlie, do your legs still hurt? Let me have a look."

"I looked at it just now. It's fine. Also, it's not painful anymore," Charlie wheeled himself over to the bed.

"Just let me have a look."

"Meredith, help me dry my hair." Charlie passed the hairdryer to her.

Meredith could only take it and help him dry his hair. After drying his hair, she wanted to look