The other person was dressed in black, sitting in a wheelchair, head lowered, the wide brim of a hat covering their face, revealing only a gracefully contoured chin.

The wheelchair moved very slowly, very slowly, so quietly.

If it weren’t for his recent cough catching her attention, she would have directly taken the elevator, not noticing him behind her.

Ning Youguang looked at the person sitting in the wheelchair, head lowered, slowly gliding in her direction, and for some reason, suddenly thought of the No-Face Man in "Spirited Away," always following behind Chihiro, wrapped in a black robe, silently covering themselves completely—

When she watched this movie as a child, seeing No-Face Man, she thought it was a ’monster’ who loved eating people. It was only when she grew up that she realized the pure, lonely No-Face Man who didn’t know how to express love was every one of us.

All mental illnesses in this world are actually derived from a kind of self-protection, a form of self-preservation from deep within the patient’s heart.

Compassion is a feeling that everyone possesses.

Spurred by this thought, Ning Youguang involuntarily asked, "Mr. Shi, where do you live? Let me take you home."

Every time before, when he came to her studio, it was always with his assistant pushing him.

Today, in the twilight, she watched him, alone, sitting in the wheelchair.

Suddenly, she wanted very much to push him, to escort him a little bit along the way.

She saw his two hands resting on the black wheelchair, skin cool and pale, fingers long and clearly jointed, but the back of his hands were veined, so thin that it pained her.

As soon as she asked, his wheelchair stopped in place.

Another long silence ensued.

Since it was out of compassion, it naturally came with more patience.

Ning Youguang let the elevator behind her go up and down, just watching him, waiting for him to decide.

After a long time, those veined hands slowly moved away from the wheelchair’s handles, placed folded in front of him.

Then, she heard a very soft, very gentle— "Thank you."

The fact that he could accept her goodwill so openly brought a breakthrough that made Ning Youguang’s face involuntarily show a faint joyful smile.

"Let me push you." She immediately put down her suitcase and walked behind him to grasp the wheelchair’s handles.

At the same time, she didn’t notice the person sitting in the wheelchair momentarily stiffen his straight back.

Moreover, silently turned off a switch on the wheelchair.

Ning Youguang didn’t understand wheelchairs, had never studied them, so she didn’t notice that the wheelchair Shi Wangyue was sitting in was the most advanced, smartest, ergonomically designed wheelchair of today.

Compact, stylishly simple in design, with sensors to automatically change direction and adjust speed accordingly when a disabled person sits in it.

It was also very safe and stable.

She only knew that when she placed her hands on Shi Wangyue’s wheelchair, she felt that this wheelchair was really quite smooth.

It was not at all difficult to push, very easy to push.

When they arrived at Shi Wangyue’s home, Ning Youguang was surprised to find that he lived in a small apartment, just like hers.

They lived one on top of the other.

She on the thirty-first floor, he on the thirtieth.

"What a coincidence," Ning Youguang said, "I live upstairs."

Although he did not open his heart to her, Ning Youguang still showed him basic honesty.

The heavy security door was slowly opened by the person in the wheelchair.

Ning Youguang stood outside the door, unexpectedly seeing the inside of the room completely dark.

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