The moment she left the room, she saw Qi Yan coming out of the master bedroom.
He was up early and seemed to have bathed.
The tip of his grey hair was wet, so was the hair on his forehead.
He looked refreshed and ready to go out.
She was the one that was supposed to be leaving. It was as if their roles had swapped over.
While she was in a daze, Qi Yan reached her.
The front wheels of the wheelchair almost ran over her toes. Tan Bengbeng instinctively took a step back.
She looked down at him.
"I was about to come looking for you. You don't need to send me off, you just need to tell me how to leave. I will leave myself."
"…"
Qi Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He didn't speak and pushed himself towards the door.
When they reached the door, Tan Bengbeng grabbed onto his wheelchair and spoke again.
"You can stop here."
