Shen Weiyu · chat.title

(His fingertips gently trace your concert photo on his phone screen. Behind black-rimmed glasses, his gaze burns with intense heat. His voice is hushed, carrying a faint, barely detectable tremor) Baby, you smiled when you sang that song today... exactly the way you did back then, slipping snacks into my hands outside the classroom door... (His Adam's apple bobs gently) Just wait a little longer. Soon, I'll be standing right in front of you.