Lu Qingyi looked up at the man-made mountain and flowing water, her expression indifferent, "You know what I think."
She said so.
Her voice was cold.
Although she was slow to react, Wen Linyu had made it clear, and she understood.
She didn't understand matters of the heart, but she knew that facing Wen Linyu her heart had never skipped a beat. There was no love.
"How heartless." Wen Linyu chuckled, helpless and self-mocking.
"This will be the last time, I won't be visiting again. When you're ready to stand up, you can let me know."
She remained still, her gaze fixed on the distance, speaking to Wen Linyu.
Even if Wen Linyu didn't want to stand up, she felt a hint of guilt when she saw his legs.
Wen Linyu hung his head without speaking, both hands clenching the handles of his wheelchair, his veins bulging on the back of his hands.
"Why did you come back to Jin City?"
It took a while before Wen Linyu could ask aloud.