Gu Zichen's slender and fair fingers suddenly paused, and he pressed his lips together without speaking.
"I always thought I wouldn't see this day come, but now I find that, under my inadvertent watch, there really is such a place." Ye Wu spoke, but the expression on her face seemed not one of happiness, but rather one of dawning realization and loss.
Gu Zichen spoke indifferently, "It wasn't planted for you."
"Is that so?" Ye Wu chuckled lightly, "I guessed you would say that."
Gu Zichen's eyes shifted slightly.
Ye Wu tactfully changed the subject, "How have you been all these years?"
"Haven't you seen for yourself?"
"How's your leg?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Gu Zichen had already put down the calluses in his hands and propped himself up from the ground into his wheelchair. His movements looked anything but clumsy, as if he had repeated this action countless times.
