Old Master Lu grabbed the cloth and hurried her up, saying, "Go now, it'll be difficult to weed them once they grow longer."
Yan Huan stood up, turned around, and left immediately. However, she turned around again after taking a few steps.
"Why aren't you in the wheelchair anymore?" Yan Huan asked boldly.
"Why should I be in a wheelchair when I'm not sick?" Old Master Lu said snarkingly as he rolled his eyes.
"Oh..." Yan Huan really wanted to retort that he was not sick before this but he still sat in the wheelchair. Of course, she would not be so tactless and expose Old Master Lu.
She went to weed the farmlands, showing no interest in the outside world. She spent her days gardening and occasionally bickering with Old Master Lu. Oftentimes, she would forget about the passing of time and the changes in life.
