He picked up the heavy bag and wanted to carry it on his thin shoulders.
something seemed to flash across jun hang's cold eyes, but he still reached out to help her carry her bag.
Youyou had wanted to go to Africa for a long time, and she was not there to play, but to carry out a mission from home.
Jun hang watched the child put on his hat, put on his bag, and quickly left to open the door without turning to look at him.
he just looked at junhang, sitting in his wheelchair. he seemed to want to say something to her, but he couldn't catch up to her and tell her hanhan.
His hands on the wheelchair seemed to have tightened at some point.
He lowered his eyes slightly. The afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, coating his body with a layer of golden halo. It was as if at a certain moment, his figure in the afterglow of the setting sun, in this world, seemed so lonely.
