Wen Yan's wheelchair was a custom-made high-tech product. It had the ability to go up and down stairs.
Nonetheless, he still needed someone to take care of him.
However, he hated people approaching him. He didn't want to be treated like a useless person.
Inside Wen Ruo's room, Wen Ruo was lying down on her bed with her blankets covering her face.
The curtains in her room were drawn. This made the entire room pitch black.
When Grandma and Grandpa Wen entered Wen Ruo's room, they pulled up the curtains.
When they saw Wen Ruo's pale and lifeless face, the two of them felt heartbroken.
"Ruo Ruo, please don't be like this. It feels like a knife is being stabbed into our hearts!"
Grandma Wen was incredibly worried about her granddaughter. When she saw her granddaughter in this state, her eyes began to turn red.
"Grandma…" Wen Ruo sobbed as she snuggled into Grandma Wen's arms.
