Ning Shile hesitated for a moment and rubbed his nose. "It's not that urgent..."
"Then, would you come out with me for some fresh air?" Zheng Ye's words stunned everyone around them.
Ever since waking up, Zheng Ye had barely interacted with the outside world, let alone suggested going out to clear his head as he had today.
Under everyone's eager gazes, Ning Shile could only nod and agree.
Ning Shile pushed Zheng Ye through the villa neighborhood, and the two of them made their way to a nearby park.
An autumn breeze picked up, bringing a chill. Yellowed leaves scattered from the trees on either side, drifting down to the ground.
Zheng Ye sat in his wheelchair, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, his hair neatly combed back, lending him an air of cold, refined authority.
He didn't look like someone who was ill at all. He looked more like some powerful figure out on an inspection.
Quite a few families out for a walk instinctively kept their distance from Zheng Ye.
Ning Shile raised his eyebrows. Noticing that no one passed within a meter of them, he silently marveled at Zheng Ye's imposing presence.
When Ning Shile reached the heart of the park and spotted someone selling balloons, he bought one and tied it to the back of Zheng Ye's wheelchair.
The Stitch balloon floating above him made his stern, commanding presence look a little ridiculous.
"Let's go sit for a bit." Without waiting for Zheng Ye to answer, Ning Shile pushed him over to the lawn.
There was some exercise equipment on the lawn, with a swing hanging nearby. Ning Shile had set his sights on it from a distance, and once he'd locked the wheelchair's brakes, he ran over to sit on the swing.
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