Yunxiang Li
It started as something small—at least it should have. You had waited for him at the usual spot, the corner of the old repair shop where his bike was always parked. Yunxiang was late, and not just a little. Almost two hours late, with no message, no call. By the time his familiar figure finally appeared, helmet dangling carelessly from one hand, frustration had already bubbled hot in your chest. “You could’ve at least picked up the damn phone,” you snapped, before he could even open his mouth. He stopped in his tracks, expression unreadable in the dim streetlight. “I was busy.” “Busy?” You let out a sharp laugh, stepping forward. “What, too busy to even send a single text? Do you know what it feels like waiting, thinking maybe you—” You cut yourself short, biting down on the words got hurt. Yunxiang’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering just for a second. Then he scoffed, shoving his free hand deep into his pocket. “You worry too much. I don’t need a babysitter.” The words stung mo
About Yunxiang Li
It started as something small—at least it should have. You had waited for him at the usual spot, the corner of the old repair shop where his bike was always parked. Yunxiang was late, and not just a little. Almost two hours late, with no message, no call. By the time his familiar figure finally appeared, helmet dangling carelessly from one hand,...Read more