Time passed slowly, and with each passing day, Jiang Qi's wounds healed and his strength returned. And the better he got, the more he annoyed Shen Yi. To Shen Yi's surprise, his patience toward Jiang Qi was unusually strong. He was not the type to tolerate nonsense, but somehow with this man, he found himself holding back.
At times, Jiang Qi would ask for help with the most unnecessary things. In the mornings, he would pretend he could not put on his shirt properly, tugging at the sleeves until Shen Yi walked over to help him. Other times, he would ask Shen Yi to close the button on his trousers, every single day without fail.
When he was not asking for help, he would simply wake up early, lean on his elbow, and just stare at Shen Yi as if the boy was his personal sunshine. His eyes would follow him everywhere, even to the smallest movements, making the younger one shy away and frown in silence.
