Although the past few days at the bottom of the cliff were somewhat dangerous, fortunately, the dangers have passed, and An Yuan'er is now standing perfectly intact in front of him, without a single injury.
To avoid worrying Yi Chenli, An Yuan'er did not intend to tell him about the dangerous events of the past few days.
Yi Chenli sighed softly, "Roundball, I miss you. Don't leave again."
He almost lost his most beloved possession.
An Yuan'er didn't say anything, but she always felt that Yi Chenli knew everything.
Their breaths still lingered on each other's lips. Yi Chenli helped An Yuan'er up: "Come with me to see him."
"Yi Chenli, do you know who I brought with me?"
"kindness."
"He is a descendant of the Lan family. He can cure your leg. Aren't you happy?"
"kindness."
"..."
An Yuan'er always felt that Yi Chenli wasn't as happy as she had imagined.
Before the door opened, Yi Chenli whispered in An Yuan'er's ear, "Yuan Gun Gun, the thing that makes me happiest is that you're here, not anything else."
Many years ago, Yi Chenli always complained that fate was unfair to him. He possessed extraordinary talent, yet he was deprived of the ability to walk. He once despaired of the world and of himself, but a girl opened the closed door to his heart and painted color into his gloomy world.
Yi Chenli no longer hated or resented God. He felt that God was fair and had returned his legs to him in another way.
He used to only want his legs to get better, and that was for his own sake.
After going through so much, what he's thinking now is that if his leg can heal, he will give her everything a normal man can give a woman.
Yi Chenli, sitting in his wheelchair, pushed open the door.
The sunlight was bright but not dazzling, and felt warm on my skin.
Lan Jingtang stopped and looked into the eyes of the boy in the wheelchair.
We finally met.
Their gazes met in mid-air, sparking a flurry of light.
One of them was standing, and the other was sitting, but Lan Jingtang did not see a trace of fear on Yi Chenli's face.
The boy in the wheelchair was strikingly handsome, with a cool and aloof demeanor, and every gesture he made exuded humility and arrogance. His eyes were sharp, as if he could see right through people's minds.
Although he is disabled, he is otherwise no different from ordinary people, and even has a level of insight that ordinary people do not have.
Under his gaze, Lan Jingtang felt a suffocating sense of oppression.
He suddenly understood why Xiao Yuan'er would love him unconditionally, even though he was disabled.
Because a person's charm and attractiveness are never determined by their physical appearance.
Even after just one meeting, and even though he was a rival in love, Lan Jingtang didn't want to deny that Yi Chenli was no ordinary royal playboy; he was an exceptionally outstanding young man.
Lan Jingtang turned his gaze to An Yuan'er behind Yi Chenli. The blush on her face had not yet faded, and her lips were red and slightly swollen.
What happened inside just now is obvious.
Lan Jingtang's eyes were somewhat bloodshot, mostly from resentment.
That girl, he clearly liked her too.
Yi Chenli quietly pulled An Yuan'er behind him, preventing Lan Jingtang's burning gaze from lingering on her.
He spoke calmly, "Young Master Lan, how have you been?"
Lan Jingtang felt that Yi Chenli's voice was unfamiliar and his temperament was different, but he always felt that he had seen this young man in front of him somewhere before.
"Sixth Prince, haven't we met before?"
A few days ago, on a certain night, that uninvited guest, that wheelchair-bound boy who suddenly arrived.
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