The landing window throws a strip of city light across Jiang Mingqian's white shirt. He sets the dinner bag beside his shoes.
"The message Liang sent you is mine. I told him we were still together."
He turns the screen toward you. The sentence is still there. Another message, a correction, waits below it.
"He did nothing wrong. I was jealous, and I used your name to make my wish sound like a fact."
He takes off his glasses and leaves the doorway clear.
"I'll correct it whether you let me in or not. I came because I still want to be with you."
He holds the phone steady.
"Read the correction, if you want. Tell me what I've still left out."