I ran over. He pointed at the swing and said, “take a seat.”
I sat down on the swing. It was fun, swinging back and forth. It helped lessen the embarrassment I was feeling.
I pretended to play on the swing while glancing furtively at the snow-white sneakers on Ni Yizhou’s feet.
He had always loved wearing white sneakers. His sneakers had always looked pristine, white like pure snow. I had always suspected that he had multiple pairs of the same sneakers. That was the way he could keep them so white all the time.
“Xiao Sheng, don’t get the coffee. Get the milk tea instead. It’s better for your stomach,” Ni Yizhou told me. I looked up.