Shen Qian looked at his watch on his wrist and then spoke, "Since you're awake, I'll be leaving now."
Shi Che responded faintly with a hum; Shen Qian was long accustomed to his cold disposition and thought nothing of it. He turned to walk toward the door but paused before exiting to remind him again, "Don't forget to come to the birthday party."
This time, Shi Che didn't even glance at him. Shen Qian shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of the room.
The room fell silent. Shi Che fastened his tie, donned his suit, picked up his wallet and car keys, and was ready to leave. Yet, as he passed by the table, his gaze involuntarily swept over it.
The red invitation card lay quietly on the table, the dim yellow light of the room seeming to refract a bit of luster from it.
Shi Che's dark eyes intensified, a surge of emotion appearing as if he was struggling with something within. Finally, his hand involuntarily reached out and picked up the red invitation card.
