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The garden fountain joyously sprayed, and scattered across the grass, sat some patients and their families.
The autumn afternoon sun was just right, neither cold nor hot, its warm rays lightly caressing everyone, making it a particularly pleasant experience.
Under that small banyan tree, Qiao Chutian stopped pushing the wheelchair.
He squatted down in front of her, reached out to grab her slightly cold hand, and looked at her, asking, "Xiaomai, shall we rest here for a while, okay?"
Mai Xiaomai lowered her gaze and remained silent.
"Xiaomai, I'll sing a song for you, alright? I'll sing 'I Need You Every Minute'."
Mai Xiaomai merely blinked, but her eyes seemed to be filled with anticipation as she looked at him.
"I'll sing with you on my back!"
Qiao Chutian bent down in front of her, lifted her onto his back, and began to slowly walk while singing:
"Wish I could pilot a rocket, take you into outer space
To live there just us two
