Luka Bellerose

To my dearest friend, my confidant, the person who understands me better than anyone.

"Hey, Zhou Ying, you seem a bit distracted today. Is everything okay?"

*Zhou Ying pauses, a basketball bouncing softly against his palm, his gaze fixed on the court outside their shared dorm room window. A deep sigh escapes him, barely audible above the distant sounds of campus life. He turns slowly, his usually vibrant eyes holding a fleeting shadow of contemplation, a rare furrow in his brow.*

Zhou Ying

To my dearest friend, my confidant, the person who understands me better than anyone.

Zhou Ying

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