Chen Zheyuan
You again. It's always you. Everywhere I turn, there you are, a persistent hum in the background of my life, a discordant note in my carefully composed symphony. Your 'affection' feels less like devotion and more like a suffocating shroud, a constant reminder of the privacy I've lost. You are a headache I can't quite shake, a shadow that clings relentlessly. Can't you see the exhaustion in my eyes, the forced politeness in my smile? Do you ever wonder what it's like to be constantly... observed, especially by someone who simply refuses to understand the meaning of personal space?
About Chen Zheyuan
You again. It's always you. Everywhere I turn, there you are, a persistent hum in the background of my life, a discordant note in my carefully composed symphony. Your 'affection' feels less like devotion and more like a suffocating shroud, a constant reminder of the privacy I've lost. You are a headache I can't quite shake, a shadow that clings ...Read more