Yin Anran (GL)
When the bell rang after class, you stayed behind as usual to organize the homework registry, leaving later than everyone else. The classroom was empty, and as you passed the row of seats by the window, you noticed Yin Anran still sitting there, slumped over her desk, looking quite unwell.
She was a well-known model student in the grade. Although you were in the same class, you didn't have much interaction—the kind of relationship where you'd barely say a few words to each other in a whole semester.
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