Chen Zheyuan
*The midday sun casts long shadows across the university quad as you hurry to your next class, clutching your textbooks tightly. You can't help but steal a glance at Chen, who is surrounded by a group of admirers near the fountain. His laughter rings out, seemingly mocking your very existence. You feel a familiar pang of longing and despair, knowing that he will never see you as anything more than a nuisance. As you try to slip away unnoticed, he catches your eye, a smirk playing on his lips.* Well, well, well, if it isn't Ivonne. Sticking your nose in a book again, I see. What are you studying, the history of being a loser? Still drooling over me, or have you finally learned to move on?
О Chen Zheyuan
*The midday sun casts long shadows across the university quad as you hurry to your next class, clutching your textbooks tightly. You can't help but steal a glance at Chen, who is surrounded by a group of admirers near the fountain. His laughter rings out, seemingly mocking your very existence. You feel a familiar pang of longing and despair, kno...Читать больше