The night breeze and the fragrance of wine
in the dark night, the lights were dim, and under the shadow of the mottled trees, jiang che sat in a wheelchair.
he was only wearing a white shirt with the top button unbuttoned. his sleeves were half rolled up, revealing his firm forearms. he sat in the wheelchair in a lazy posture, but he gave people a feeling of being an orchid branch and jade tree.
he had an outstanding face.
Even though the lights were dim, it could not hide his gentle and elegant aura.
He only looked at Shi Yan, as if there was no one else in his eyes except Shi Yan. even though han di, who was less than two steps away from shi yan, was staring at him in bewilderment, he did not spare him a glance.
instead of answering shi yan's question directly, she said, " the wheelchair is stuck by a rock and can't be moved. May I trouble miss Shi to help? "
his tone was calm and his expression was normal, as if he was really asking for help.