"Excuse me, please."
The girl's voice was like a tinkling spring, clear and pure, snapping Qin Chuan out of his daze.
It was then he belatedly realized he was standing at the mouth of the ramp next to the staircase, blocking the other person's way.
"I'm sorry." He quickly stepped aside, watching the other person maneuver the wheelchair to turn, slowly moving towards the slope, Qin Chuan couldn't help but speak up, "Do you need any help?"
"Thank you, no need." The girl shook her head slightly, adeptly controlling the wheelchair as it glided down the ramp, the breeze brushing past her skirt easily maintaining a safe speed.
In the distance, a delicate-looking woman hurried over with some anxiety, and after taking hold of the girl's wheelchair and heaving a sigh of relief, the two exchanged a few words before the delicate woman pushed the wheelchair away.
Qin Chuan retracted his gaze, revealing a contemplative expression.
