After dinner, Chimu Jiang deliberately covered the camera when he sent me a video.

It was like covering my eyes.

In the darkened view, I heard him say, "Shuyin, I have a surprise for you."

I couldn't see the situation on his side, but I knew there was a noisy background sound, as if it was a lively gathering.

The voices rose and fell, and I listened to the sound of his brisk footsteps.

Step by step, I walked towards the surprise he gave me.

He even started chanting, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

He removed his hand, and the view became clear again.

In front of me were rows of dazzling packages.

His face came close, and the space for the packages was squeezed to a minimum.

He asked me, "Shuyin, do you like any of them? Choose one."

Then he moved away, and the row of packages reappeared in the camera.

He didn't turn the phone around, so my choices were limited to what was in front of me.

He sounded very excited and kept urging me.

"Shuyin, which one do you like? I'll buy it and give it to you."

I noticed a touch of brown in the corner on the left.

A small corner that I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't intentionally looking for that color.

But I was looking for a brown bag.

Not because I liked it.

It was because Chen Yaoyao said she wanted a brown one.