"Mm." Zi Ruoxi responded naturally.
She remained seated in the wheelchair, watching as Qiao Muyun's figure slowly walked away, going farther and farther until a turn brought him into the building nearby. She could no longer see his silhouette.
Zi Ruoxi laughed. A laugh as light as the wind, as gentle as a cloud.
......
She slowly stood up from the wheelchair, walking forward, continuing to walk. The fifty-meter distance was quite short, the road not too long, more like a stroll. She wore hospital flat shoes, feeling somewhat unfamiliar, having laid and sat for too long, her legs and feet had become cramped and weak. Fortunately, she soon arrived at the lakeside, looking at the tranquil lake water where the twilight glow lavishly displayed its beauty, adorning the lake surface with its brilliance, radiating a peculiar splendor.
