"Of course, I have prepared the gift," said Shen Zeming as he got up from his bed. He then took out a rectangular package, wrapped in glossy crimson-red paper adorned with intricate golden patterns of swirls and floral motifs.
A wide satin ribbon, deep gold in hue, was tied neatly around the gift, forming a perfectly symmetrical bow at the top. At the center of the bow was a small sprig of faux holly adorned with shiny red berries.
“Oh my, a wrapped gift,” his mother exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth—not because the gift itself was anything extraordinary, but because her son had actually, truly prepared a gift. Her eyes squinted as she studied Shen Zeming's face, which bore a faint smile as he looked at her.
Such a change… she thought, her suspicions rising. As Shen Zeming’s mother, having known him for over twenty years, she was acutely aware of how out of character this behavior was.