Fanxing's rosy lips were tightly pursed in surprise when she suddenly saw him, her cherry mouth slightly opening.
Lin Tianyu's body swayed slightly, his jawline tightened, and a slight change appeared on his expressionless face.
The two almost kissed over the wheelchair.
At that moment, the wheelchair couldn't withstand the combination of gravel and Fanxing's weight, and it looked like it was about to tip over.
The capable driver quickly stepped forward, steadied the wheelchair with a discrete move, and nonchalantly kicked away the stones under the wheelchair and the one behind Fanxing's heel with the tip of his shoe.
The atmosphere around them seemed to burst with pink bubbles as they looked back at each other, their eyes only for each other, ignoring everyone else around them.
The driver's presence went completely unnoticed by them.
A thing called ambiguity quietly began to blossom.