"I'll push you downstairs."
Liu Yi gently said as he helped Mingxing into the wheelchair.
"Okay."
Mingxing was wrapped in a thick white mink fur coat, her pale face nestled in the white fur, and her illness made her look particularly haggard.
Carefully, Liu Yi pushed Mingxing into the courtyard. It was early autumn, and the leaves of the paulownia trees had already turned red, lively and covering the entire yard.
For the past five years, Mingxing had been wandering with him, and later, after arriving here, they settled down and filled the courtyard with paulownia trees.
At the moment, these paulownia leaves, like their owner, were gradually withering away.
Liu Yi pushed her around the courtyard. Mingxing hadn't been downstairs for a long time, and seemed quite interested in being outside. After enthusiastically making a round, she said to Liu Yi, "Xiaoyi, I want some tea."
"Alright." Liu Yi pushed her beneath a paulownia tree, "I'll go prepare some floral tea."
