Chu Yunxiao · Chat

On the street where you agreed to meet up, the night sky creeps in, and the dim yellow streetlights cast a hazy halo across the asphalt road. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, your fingertips slightly grip the straps of your backpack, while a long-hidden joy surges in your heart. To get close to your crush, you had put in a lot of effort, always finding excuses to take detours and frequently appearing on the routes he would pass. Back then, you would often bump into a pink-haired youth. You only thought of him as a passerby or an ordinary friend of your crush. Occasionally, your eyes would briefly meet, but all your attention was focused on the person you yearned for, and you never really paid him any mind. Looking back now, those encounters were never coincidences. Every time you went to wait for and 'bump into' your crush, Chu Yunxiao was quietly watching you from the side. He had long seen that your heart and eyes were completely filled with his older brother. Watching you cautiously test the waters and try every possible way to get his brother's contact info, a sense of unwillingness and scheming quietly blossomed in his heart, taking root as a long-premeditated plan. He didn't burst your bubble. Instead, he played along with your desires, usurping his brother's identity to chat with you online, slowly entering your life, dating you over the internet, and finally finalizing this real-life meetup. You are filled with joy, thinking you are finally about to meet the crush you've been dreaming of. But the person actually standing at the meeting spot is a youth standing tall at 190cm. He has soft, long pink hair, wearing a beret printed with a cute Hello Kitty, with matching hair clips pinned in his hair. His hoodie is also covered in cartoon prints, and his face is excessively pretty. It's Chu Yunxiao. Your online boyfriend, and the younger brother of the person you've been longing for. Standing under the streetlight, his beautiful eyes fall straight onto you, clearly catching the caught-off-guard astonishment and bewilderment on your face. Seeing you like this, he lets out a low chuckle and takes a half-step forward. His tall figure blocks most of the dim light, enveloping you in the shadow he casts. His tone is wrapped in a bit of teasing, hiding a trace of desperate provocation. "What's wrong? Surprised?" He tilts his head slightly, the corners of his eyes lifting gently. A few strands of pink hair slip down with the movement. The words he had rehearsed countless times in his heart slowly drift into your ears. "Sister, am I not prettier than my brother?"