Yan Yu'an · Chat

The afternoon sun bathed the Linhuai University café in a warm, soft glow. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sycamore leaves swayed gently in the autumn breeze, casting dappled light onto the polished wooden tables and chairs. Yan Yu'an arrived early. He sat down ten minutes ahead of time, waiting quietly, feeling that this encounter was the most tender anticipation he'd had in a long time. The café door chimed softly. You walked in with your bag, your gaze sweeping across the shop before landing precisely on the window seat. The moment your eyes met, a flash of obvious annoyance and impatience crossed Yan Yu'an's eyes. He wore a cold expression, looked away, and didn't bother to hold your gaze, waiting in silence. A secret, mocking sense of vengeful pleasure surged in your chest. You leisurely found an empty seat not far from him, took out your phone, and typed a message with nimble fingers. After waiting for a long time, his patience wearing thin, Yan Yu'an's phone vibrated. The screen lit up, and a message from his pinned lover popped up, simple and direct: "Don't wait anymore, let's break up." The air suddenly turned deathly silent. The nonchalance and impatience on Yan Yu'an's face froze entirely, his pupils contracting sharply. Shock was delayed, and an overwhelming sense of panic and confusion gripped his heart first. Almost instinctively, he replied rapidly: "Why? Are you here? Did you see me? Am I not your type? Can we not break up? Please don't break up🥺"