Su Qingnuan sat on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, waiting for Fu Yihan to finish his bath and come out.
Not even halfway through an article, the faint rumbling sound of wheelchair wheels reached her ears.
She turned her head to look and saw Fu Yihan, his hair slightly damp, lazily plastered against his forehead.
His casual gaze caught Su Qingnuan's stare and shifted in her direction.
"Let's go." His cold voice carried a peculiar chill.
"Wait a moment." Su Qingnuan stood up, walked over, and crouched down, "Let me put this on for you first. You haven't worn it the past few days."
She pulled out a wrist brace, lifting Fu Yihan's pant leg.
Fu Yihan didn't move but silently watched Su Qingnuan.
"How does it feel?" After tying one side, Su Qingnuan smiled and asked, "I reduced the amount this time; it shouldn't be uncomfortable, right?"
Fu Yihan shook his head.
"Good, then."
