Nan Yan pushed the door open and stepped into the courtyard, where she heard Shen Junqing's delighted exclamation.
"Yanyan, you're here!"
"Third Brother." Nan Yan nodded at him and then glanced at Bai Chen, who had his back to the door, looking puzzled.
Why was Bai Chen's wheelchair in such a strange position today?
Bai Chen initially thought Shen Junqing was just saying Nan Yan was there to trick him into turning around. It wasn't until he heard Nan Yan's voice that he believed she was truly there.
Quickly, he tried to turn his wheelchair to see her. However, due to the exertion from earlier, his arms were even more sore than usual, and he couldn't muster the strength to move the wheelchair an inch.
The effort drained him further, exacerbating the tightness in his chest. His face flushed red, and he began to pant heavily as his breathing became labored.
