The wheelchair man's eyes lightly fell in front of him. He knew he should leave, but he was still greedy for the soft call.

"Azhan..."

Don't wipe your lips and look at the motionless figure. Her eyes are red... She did not know that he had such a position in Zia, which she had never thought of. If she had thought about it, she would not have expected anything at all. Maybe she would not have been so tired in the past five years.

"I'm sorry," the soft voice came leisurely, with a trace of guilt but no other emotion, "I can't fulfill my promise to you... Forget me." A...