In the living room.
Calvin, welcomed by Uncle Joe, walked in.
Upon seeing the silhouette seated by the window in a wheelchair, he paused his steps.
His beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with complexity.
"Calvin," Michael was the first to turn the wheelchair around.
"It's been a long time."
Still the familiar handsome face, only much thinner and paler than five years ago.
Underneath his gold-rimmed glasses, black pupils were filled with a soft smile.
His slender fingertips were playing with a string of lustrous beads.
He looked as if he were far away from the noise of the world, graceful and peaceful.
Calvin had imagined what Michael would be like when he saw him again.
He might be gloomy, cold, or even decadent.
But he never thought it would be like it is now.
As surprised as he was, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that things were better than he had anticipated.
"Well," Micheal looked at Calvin, the smile on his face deepening.
