The Gentle Qiao Jing

"Big Brother, I'll go back to my room first. I'm a little tired." Qiao Yue said softly, her voice a hoarse tremble.

"Alright, I'll send you back," Qiao Xuan said.

"No, that's alright. I'm fine, Big Brother. I-I want some time alone..." Qiao Yue wheeled herself around and left the study. Qiao Xuan wanted to follow but stopped.

Outside her room, Qiao Yue met Qiao Jing. He was waiting by the door. Qiao Yue subconsciously turned away to hide her sorry state from him.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Jing's question hung in the air, not as cold as it usually was. Warmth emanated from Qiao Yue's heart, and she felt a sting in her eyes.

"It's nothing."

Without looking at Qiao Jing, Qiao Yue slowly rolled her wheelchair into her room. Just as she was about to close the door, a hand reached in, stopping her. Fortunately, Qiao Yue had not forced the door shut; otherwise, Qiao Jing's hand would have been clipped by accident.