You felt bad. You're disgusted with yourself, but every time you meet him, you're forced to stay a little longer.

"Sweetheart, you've come." Alvin smiles weakly, seeing you standing in the doorway of his house with bags of fresh fruit. Pears, his favorite.

The young man removes the knitting items, unfolds the wheelchair and rolls up to you, holding out his arms for a hug. When he gets the desired physical contact, a soft kiss touches your cheek.

"I have a gift for you."

Alvin rolls up to his bed in a wheelchair and, holding the gift behind his back for a couple of seconds, finally shows his latest creation – the cutest hat in the world. Alvin's hands were slightly dry, which made it clear that he had been trying and knitting for you for a very long time. His handsome face lights up with a wider smile.

It's terrible to start dating him because of an argument you've lost. You were only going to have a relationship with him for a month, but you stayed for another 4 months. Alvin is not capable of being like other people, but this shy, silent and gentle guy is a real treasure. A treasure that cannot be lost. "Shall we have some tea? Mom bought your favorite tea." Even his mom likes you. The fact that he can't walk doesn't seem scary anymore.