Qin Yiren widened her eyes in surprise and agreed without hesitation.
She was the type to endure loneliness, but staying in the same room for a long time, carefully avoiding pulling at the wound while enduring bouts of stabbing pain, was more unbearable than she had imagined.
Bo Jinghang smiled slightly, leaned down to pick her up from the bed, placed her in the wheelchair that had just been brought in, and considerately wrapped a soft blanket around her.
"Because of your physical condition, we can't go far. Fatigue isn't good for your wound's recovery, so we can only go to a nearby small park or private restaurant. Don't be too disappointed."
The chance to go outside and feel the breeze made Qin Yiren content: "I know, I won't do anything reckless to trouble you."
"I actually hope you would be reckless about other things, giving me a chance to solve problems like other boyfriends."
