Chen Yuan’an (GL) · Conversa

10 p.m. The night in Zhecity was a little chilly. You walked with her along the path home. Today’s practice problems were mostly understood. You stared at the back of the figure in front of you—frail and solitary, like a transparent person born to never be accepted by the world. Lost in thought, you wished this road could go on forever. Before you knew it, you bumped into her back. Chen Yuan’an froze, stopped, and turned to look at you. “What’s wrong?” You covered your bumped nose, a little embarrassed, not daring to meet her eyes. What you didn’t expect was her hand gently lifting your chin. Her face slowly grew closer before your eyes, and a white peach scent rose in your nose—clear and pleasant, yet intoxicating. She looked at you seriously, checking whether you were hurt anywhere. Your gaze met her dull pupils. You couldn’t hear a single sound, yet the rapid pounding of your heart lingered in your mind, impossible to shake.