It was already evening, and the sunset hung on the edge of the sky, dyeing the surrounding clouds with a layer of red glow.
Chen Ziqi pushed the wheelchair onto an open space, looking at Chen Xu sitting in the wheelchair with closed eyes, head slightly raised, seemingly enjoying the fresh outdoor air.
She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Chen Xu, what happened before?"
"What do you mean, 'what happened'?" Chen Xu didn't move, lazily leaning his head against the top of the backrest, basking in the slanting rays of the setting sun, and appeared exceedingly comfortable.
Chen Ziqi complained, "Do you realize that you'd been lying down for over ten days, scaring me to death? If something had happened to you, how could I explain it to your parents?"
Finally, Chen Xu opened his eyes, turned to look at her, and said reassuringly, "You did well this time, able to withstand the pressure without calling my parents. Otherwise, they would have been sick with worry."
