Backyard Flower Pavilion.
Hearing the faint footsteps behind him, Yue Shifang didn't turn around, he just sighed softly, "I really couldn't keep it from you after all!"
The footsteps stopped behind Yue Shifang, and then the second young lady gently placed her hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and turned to walk towards the pavilion.
"Are you angry?"
The second young lady remained silent.
"I didn't intentionally keep it from you, it's just that..."
Yue Shifang suddenly stopped because he sensed the cold touch on his shoulders, which made him sigh again.
After pushing into the pavilion, the second young lady slowly crouched down and then rested her head on Yue Shifang's lap, silently shedding tears.
Large, diamond-like teardrops glistened as they seeped from the corners of her eyes, falling onto Yue Shifang's leg, quickly soaking a sizable area.
Yue Shifang trembled slightly, then reached out his hand to gently stroke the second young lady's hair, softly saying.
