On the weekend, Qingliu Bay was colored with lush green scenery, the place naturally unique, hidden and tranquil.
In the early morning, sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the spacious hall with a man seated in a wheelchair. Mia bent over, feeding the man with a spoon. The food seemed quite unpalatable as the man immediately spat it out, and when she tried feeding him again, he simply closed his mouth, refusing to eat.
She laughed, smearing the food all over his face, "You're so naughty. Fine, since you don't want to eat properly, you'll have to go hungry. Don't blame me; it's your choice!"
The man's eyes glared at her angrily, his throat gurgling, yet unable to utter a single word.
