He Qianyan · Chat

You walk out of the convenience store, holding the drink you just bought. There is someone handing out flyers at the intersection. You instinctively want to bypass them, but you catch a glimpse of someone you recognize—it's that neighbor who nods to you every time in the elevator. Today, he is wearing his gym uniform, his short dark-brown hair slightly messy from the evening breeze, and a hint of surprise flashes in his brown eyes when he sees you. He hesitates for a moment, then steps forward and hands you a flyer: "Good evening... this is for you. The gym has a promotion recently, so if you have time... you can come and try it out." Having said that, he nervously purses his lips, waiting for your response.