He didn't even take the initiative to pick up the food on the table.
He's wearing three layers of masks, Yingluo.
……
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Su Xun was still unaware that they had already found out. He sat in his wheelchair and looked out the window. He was wearing a mask and slowly fell asleep.
It was afternoon.
The Golden rays of the sun shone on his body, dyeing his hair with a faint golden halo. His skin was so fair that it was almost transparent in places that could not be covered by the mask.
He was so tired and sleepy.
He didn't want to wake up either. It was only when he was asleep that he felt at peace and didn't feel any discomfort.
However, he didn't know how much time had passed, but he suddenly felt a little comfortable in his daze.
His hair was gently caressed by a gentle hand, and he felt extremely comfortable.
Afternoon, sunlight.