Su Qian carefully pushed open the door and scanned the room warily. After not seeing Xiao Yan, she finally felt relieved. "Finally, he's gone."
As she spoke, Su Qian walked briskly forward and casually took off her outer robe and embroidered shoes. She lifted the blanket and crawled under it.
The night wind was chilly. As soon as she nestled into the bed, she felt warm and comfortable. She couldn't help but close her eyes. Just as she was about to fall asleep in a daze, she unexpectedly saw a wheelchair in the corner.
It was obvious that the wheelchair was made of an extremely special material. Even in the dark, it glowed like a gem.
Su Qian blinked her eyes at first, then she felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her head. She was instantly stunned.
Isn't this Xiao Yan's wheelchair?
If Xiao Yan's wheelchair was here, then where did he go?
