February 5, 20XX (Tuesday)
The Palace Residency- Condominiums
When Yang woke up the next morning, Mei Li was already gone on his side. He had slept late due to the fireworks from the countdown to Chinese New Year. Yang then desperately tried to sit on the wheelchair beside him but had hit his left arm in the armchair in the process of his struggle to turn causing him to yowl in pain.
Mei Li's footsteps hurried to his room and had instantly hugged his waist and lifted him a little. With her help, he finally sat on the wheelchair with a grin as the inactive and sports-hater painter was panting for air like she had run a triathlon.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" Mei Li asked him.
"Are you preparing food?" Yang continued, "I want to help."
