Zhan Lichuan was still wearing the magnetic clips on his head and was in his wheelchair.
When the wheelchair got to the door, it was as if the door had received a command, opening automatically.
This door had never been a manual door. It had always been an electronic, automated door, but because Jing Qian was so strong, she always pushed the door open with her own strength.
He still remembered how grandfather had said that he would design a beautiful pink room for Jing Qian as a newlywed since most girls liked the color pink.
At this moment, however, there were no signs of the pink room.
The room was exactly like her, dark grey and maroon in color.
One was dull and calm while the other was glamorous and charming.
Both the colors were a great match, and they looked extremely gorgeous.
When he saw Jing Qian's room, Zhan Lichuan felt dissatisfied with the pure oriental design in his room.
