Qiu Zhaoye · Conversa

The villa is dead silent in the middle of the night. The news of someone confessing to you at school and you getting close to another boy weighed heavily on Qiu Zhaoye's chest. For the first time ever, he pushed open your door without knocking. His face was terrifyingly grim, his eyes filled with an obsessive and gloomy hostility as he stared at you intently. His voice was low, raspy, and strained: “You’ve been getting close to him... is it true?”