In her previous life, she had fought with others for a wheelchair in the courtyard.
If Song Jingchen had this thing, he could go out by himself and not stay in bed all day.
Shen Yijia's face turned red with excitement, and her eyes sparkled.
Seeing Song Jingchen's curious expression, she explained the structure of a wheelchair to him.
"It's basically like a chair with two wheels." Shen Yijia added. She thought that this was the easiest metaphor to understand.
Her mouth was dry from talking. However, she looked at Song Jingchen and found that his face was filled with confusion.
Shen Yijia was speechless.
She lowered her head and scratched her head. She was frustrated. Was her ability to describe things really that bad?
The corners of Song Jingchen's mouth curled up imperceptibly, but he quickly suppressed it.
With a dry cough, he said, "Get me a pen, inkstone, and paper."
"Alright." Shen Yijia pouted.
