Fang Jiaqi pushed Kaka in a wheelchair around the garden of the First Terrorist Organization, where the sun shone brightly today; after several cloudy days, the weather had finally cleared up. The garden was filled with various types of flowers, their fragrance wafting through the air.
As she talked with him, she tried to cheer him up, but it was clear that Kaka was distracted.
Fang Jiaqi stopped and sat down on a stone bench nearby, offering a gentle smile that was soft and captivating, "Nan Feng, what's wrong?"
"When will Wushuang wake up?"
Fang Jiaqi sighed, "You're asking me, but I don't know either."
"You're her primary doctor."
