C411 Her name was ye wanqing

After leaving the school, Ye Wan was terrifyingly quiet.

She helped Luo Muxiu push the wheelchair, he seemed to be in a trance, no one knew what he was thinking, but Luo Muxiu's face remained calm, the hand under the blanket had long been clenched into a fist, it was so strong that it hurt his joints, but it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

All of her memories belonged to Ye Wan