Worship (1)
She did not want to hear it, so Lu Heyun did not say anything more. He looked at the vegetable garden in the distance. The melons and fruits that had been washed by the rain were very fresh and tender.
"Do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you."
Without waiting for mo Zhiyun's reply, he had already walked toward someone else's garden.
Mo Zhiyun had no interest in these things. While Lu He Yun was greeting the master, he turned his wheelchair and slowly left.
Lu Heyun saw it from the corner of his eye, but he did not stop it.
She had been cooped up at home for a few days, so it would be good if she wanted to walk around on her own to relax.
The bluestone floor was uneven, and she had to be very careful when operating the wheelchair, otherwise she would fall easily.