Daisy asked as she followed his car.
Atlas walked to the door and was about to raise his hand to turn the doorknob but she stopped him. His face immediately darkened: "Get away."
“Go out, Atlas, it's boring staying in this room like this. When you go out, you can feel the vitality more clearly."
The corners of his lips curled up in contempt, his voice suddenly colder by a few degrees. "You want to see people pointing at me sarcastically, don't you?"
"What do you think? I just want a change of scenery. This is my first time coming to Paris and I want to see the scenery here. Furthermore, it's not uncommon for people to be in wheelchairs. Just now, I looked at quite a few people walking around in wheelchairs. This hotel has a beautiful garden. I want to see it but I'm afraid to go alone.
