The sound of a wheelchair rolling across the floor signaled Lu Baiqian’s arrival.
"Get up, the floor is cold," he said in a low voice, handing her a dark blue handkerchief that carried a familiar scent.
Wen Xuyu froze. She did not reach out to take it, her mind momentarily drifting. This familiar scent again, this man again—why was it that she always seemed to see the ghost of Su Yibai in him?
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