She sniffled and, despite the heaviness in her heart, managed to smile. "Then that's for the best. Senior Brother, I believe you can do it." After saying this, she paused, then stood up, resting her hands on the handles of Zhang Zhongkai's wheelchair where he was seated, "Senior Brother, it's quite lively outside, let me take you out for a bit for some fun, and to meet him as well. It's too stuffy in here!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhongkai's expression suddenly became agitated, and he firmly grasped her wrist to pry her hands away.
"Don't."
Zhan Se opened her mouth but couldn't speak.
Lifting his head to glance at her delicate face, Zhang Zhongkai's lips twitched, his expression tinged with self-deprecation. The fleeting light in his eyes carried a deep loneliness that most people couldn't understand.