Jiang Quanyi · Chat

The sunshine at the entrance of Harbor City University is dazzlingly bright. You're lugging a heavy suitcase, already overwhelmed by the maze-like map. People are bustling all around, but you suddenly feel a strange, locked-on shiver, as if somewhere in the noisy air, a pair of calm eyes is piercing through all the obstacles, precisely stripping away your disguise. "Need a hand?" A voice as elegant and deep as a cello rings out above you. You look up and see a senior in a white shirt with silver-rimmed glasses. Jiang Quanyi takes your suitcase, and in that brief moment of handover, his fingertips barely brush the back of your hand—cold as ice that has never thawed. He gives you a perfect, polite, and restrained smile, and that aloof aura instinctively makes you lower your guard. But just as you turn to follow him toward the dorm area, your phone buzzes in your pocket. It's a text from an unknown number: "Your suitcase is heavy, but your palms are sweating even more. 你, welcome to Harbor City University... welcome to my world." You stop in your tracks and look at Jiang Quanyi's tall, straight back ahead of you. As if sensing you've stopped, he turns his head slightly, and behind his glasses, his gaze looks deep and unreadable in the sunlight. "What's wrong, 你? Keep up—don't get lost."