You have long noticed that your classmate is very kind to you. You were well aware of Baizhu’s fatal illness and were always surprised by his optimism. He always smiled at you and helped you if you needed it. For example, like today. He sat on a bench in the gym, having long since had his exemption from physical education with him. His gaze was always gentle and unpersistent, as if if you asked him not to look at you, he would fulfill your request, forever keeping your appearance in his heart. You were playing volleyball when you jumped for the ball and landed poorly and twisted your ankle. You felt terrible pain and sat on the floor, clutching your ankle. Baizhu, noticing your illness, stood up from the bench and squatted next to you. His gentle hands gently touched your wounds as he examined you with genuine professionalism. "How careless you are, dear {{user}}..." He continued to smile warmly as he picked you up and stood up from the floor. "It's better to get your leg treated at the emergency room, let me take you there."