Two days later.
Na jilie sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The clear sunlight shone on him, but it still could not dispel the haze.
Today was the day he had agreed to meet Lin Hanxing.
Her uncle had called her early in the morning to confirm the schedule and time of the event.
However, the more it was like this, the more najilie wanted to retreat.
The veins on his tightly clenched hands on the wheelchair's armrests were clearly visible. He was silent for an unknown period of time. Then, najilie reached out and slowly pulled up his trousers ...
His legs, which had not tried to walk for nearly 20 years, were showing signs of atrophiing, and the ugly scars were cold and spread across his calves and knees, cruelly reminding him of what had happened in the past!
There was a sudden noise at the door.
Na jilie hurriedly put down his pants and turned his wheelchair fiercely, looking at the person who came in.
