It was a strange feeling when I went out in a wheelchair for the first time. It seemed like everyone was staring at me, especially in the elevator. I also took the opportunity to observe their eyes. Most of them were in the same order. In a very short period of time, they first looked at me, then looked at my leg and cast, and then looked like they suddenly understood. Maybe they would also guess what the girl in the wheelchair in front of them had experienced and how she was injured. Feeling both enjoyable and ashamed