Song Jingwan let out a shrill scream as she gripped onto the bars of her wheelchair and arched her body.
Clank, clank, clank...
Xu Yue pushed forward ruthlessly and breathed out.
The wheelchair tipped forward and Song Jingwan rolled down the stairs until she hit the bottom.
"You... Why...?"
Song Jingwan fell on the ground pitifully as her eyes darkened.
There were scratches on her face and forehead. The most serious injuries were on her arms and legs which hadn't fully recovered yet.
"Don't worry, dear Jingwan. You won't die from a dozen or so steps~"
Xu Yue slowly walked down, crouched in front of Song Jingwan, and touched her face. She poked her wound until she heard a pitiful cry of pain, and laughed.
"Shouldn't good friends share all joys and pain? Huh? I'm not feeling well at the moment, so I'm venting my frustration on you a little. Jingwan, since you're so kind, you wouldn't blame me, right?"
