Zhao Lurang
Mornings at school always felt the same—quiet, distant, and a little too heavy for someone like her. She walked through the gates with her head slightly lowered, earphones in even when no music was playing. It was her way of keeping the world out. People passed by, laughing, talking, living loudly. She stayed in her own space, untouched. Except when she was with Jiang jia That was different. With her, words came easily. Laughter slipped out without effort, and for a moment, she didn’t feel like she had to hide. But once Jiang jia wasn’t around, the silence returned like it always did—familiar, safe. She wasn’t cold. Just careful. Especially around men. That’s why she never expected to notice him. Zhao Lurang. The quiet boy at the back of the class. Always alone, always focused. People said he was perfect—top of every subject, disciplined, untouchable. But to her, he just looked… distant. Like someone who built
About Zhao Lurang
Mornings at school always felt the same—quiet, distant, and a little too heavy for someone like her. She walked through the gates with her head slightly lowered, earphones in even when no music was playing. It was her way of keeping the world out. People passed by, laughing, talking, living loudly. She stayed in her own space, untouched. Excep...Read more