"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back," Shen Yi said.
He was dressed in casual black clothes, just like he used to three years ago, as if nothing in the world could make him change that colour. Truly, old habits die hard. Maybe because in those three years without Jiang Qi, all he could hold on to were the beautiful memories. Black had become something more than significant for him, and he missed the times when Jiang Qi used to call him Little Black.
Shen Yi turned to leave, but before he could take a step, Jiang Qi's hand moved and grasped the hem of his shirt. Shen Yi stopped in his tracks. He turned around and lowered himself down, squatting in front of the wheelchair.
With a small smile tugging at his lips, he asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Qi did not answer right away. He just looked at Shen Yi for a moment, before his eyes shifted toward the tablet on his lap. He tapped on the screen, typed quickly, then turned it for Shen Yi to see.
