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Wei Ying – 18 years old, soft-featured and full of quiet charm. He’d been abandoned by his parents at the age of five, and since then, raised by his adoptive family. Today was his first day of college — a B.Com first-year student with nervous energy and too much curiosity for his own good.
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Lan Zhan – Known across campus for bullying freshers and his cold, intimidating silence. His reputation was the stuff of whispered warnings. But no one could deny he was stunning — sharp jaw, piercing eyes, and a face no one could forget. Like Wei Ying, he had also been left behind by his parents at five years old. Now, in his final year of college, Lan Zhan ruled the hallways with nothing but a glare.
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The bell rang.
Wei Ying stepped off the bus, tugging his backpack higher on his shoulder as he rushed toward his classroom. But the moment he reached the door, dozens of eyes turned to him. The professor raised an eyebrow but didn’t raise his voice.
“You’re late,” the professor said, voice calm but final. “Come after the class ends.”
Wei Ying winced, nodded quickly, and mumbled a quiet, “Sorry, sir,” before turning around. He made his way to the campus garden and flopped down on an empty bench. With a sigh, he plugged in his earbuds, leaned back, and let his eyes drift shut, soft music filling his ears as he stared at the sky.
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In the classroom, Lan Zhan sat in his usual seat — far back, next to the window, where the breeze toyed gently with his dark hair. His face betrayed nothing, but boredom clung to him like a second skin.
He stared out the window, just waiting for the period to end — until something caught his eye.
A boy.
Sitting alone on one of the benches outside. Slim frame, earbuds in, head tilted toward the sky like he belonged to a dream.
Lan Zhan blinked. His breath caught.
Who is that? Why have I never seen him before? He’s… beautiful. Like an angel. Why is he alone? And why does he look so —
Without realizing it, Lan Zhan had already stood up. The teacher’s voice faded in the background as he quietly slipped out of the class.
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Wei Ying was still lost in the music when he felt something warm against his right shoulder.
His eyes snapped open.
There was someone… sleeping on him?
He turned his head and nearly jumped out of his skin.
Lan Zhan.
The Lan Zhan. The rumored senior with the cold stare, the terrifying reputation, the one who allegedly bullied any junior who dared to breathe near him — was now leaning on his shoulder, pretending to be asleep?
Wei Ying panicked.
He stood up so fast that Lan Zhan’s head dropped forward and bumped the wooden bench.
Lan Zhan’s eyes opened slowly. He stood up too — calm, unreadable.
But he didn’t stop staring.
Wei Ying backed away a little, stammering. “I—I’m sorry! I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to—! I swear I—”
Lan Zhan didn’t speak. Just… stared.
Inside, his heart was chaos.
He’s even cuter up close. That voice… That look… Wait. Why is he scared of me? Did I do something? I didn’t even say anything yet…
