Xiao Caizi had stood at the end of the corridor, spacing out earlier, initially unresponsive to the activity here, despite having vaguely heard the conversation between Su Lu and Zhao Xiaole.
But because she was immersed in her thoughts, she did not pay attention and did not even turn to look.
Standing at this windy spot, the cool breeze seemed to help her clear her mind.
However, she had not been able to hear the surrounding sounds earlier, yet at the moment Jingsu's voice appeared,
her whole body shuddered.
Xiao Caizi's eyes suddenly widened, and she turned to see the man sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in striped hospital clothes.
Hospital clothes are strange things, clearly still a tall figure with broad shoulders, but when worn, they always exuded a sense of thinness and frailty, and his skin seemed somewhat pale.
His eyes were wrapped in layers of white gauze, although they were no longer the bloodily fierce sight from before.
