𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐈𝐍 [ 杨苏音 ]
AS 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫
EST. 3RD OCT, 1998
IN SINGAPORE.[ credits for the gorgeous art pieces goes to @_su_art_ on instagram!!! ]
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The clock currently read 1 AM. But it didn't look like Suyin gave two shits.
"CHAN!" She hissed loudly, her finger poised on the button of the torch just in case Chan was too deaf to hear her. The evening wind caressed her cheek gently as she stared into the window across from hers.
Suyin couldn't wait any longer. She knew what she'd just found in the attic of her house, locked away in a drawer was something she had to share with Chan. Not that he was the only friend she had. But he'd be the kind of person to read it and not even blink an eye.
(So why did she want to show it to him, when such a boring reaction was guaranteed?)
Giving up, she flicked on the torch, shining the light directly into the room across. To her surprise, it was vacant. She frowned. Where would Chan have gone at this hour?
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