For a moment, Jiang Guangrong was silent, unsure of what to say.
They stayed silent for a while. Jiang Guangrong fumbled with his phone and glanced at it. By then, night was approaching. The cold wind kept lashing Jiang Guangrong's face. He wore Qin Yanran's jacket but couldn't help shivering.
Qin Yanran apologetically looked around: "It's getting late, and the temperature is dropping. You should wear my light jacket back. Did you come here alone?"
Jiang Guangrong shook his head, pointing with his right hand towards the gate: "My friends are waiting for me outside. I'll send them a message to pick me up..."
"No need. I'll take you out. Anyway, I have to leave through the front gate too!"
Jiang Guangrong pondered, then nodded: "Alright then! I'll trouble you, Miss Qin!"
Qin Yanran smiled, without saying a word, and walked behind Jiang Guangrong's wheelchair, pushing it towards the door.
They both stayed silent. Nobody spoke. They soon arrived at the gate.
