C446 Zhao Ziming

In a waterfall forest in Yuncheng, the sun was high in the sky, the path was dark, the plants were deep, and the birds reflected the shadows of the lake. The wheel of a wheelchair. The wheel was rolling on the bluestone path, leaving behind a lingering sound.

Qianxun and Qianchen quietly followed behind the two of them. They did not understand why Gong Zilin sat in the wheelchair overnight