"Desire is a frightening thing." At Anhe's sudden comment, Yibo stares curiously at her. "What do you mean?" She meets his gaze and wrinkles her nose. "My date was horrible. He started calling me baby before we were even halfway through the appetizer." Yibo's brows slightly raise at this. "Yeah," Anhe nods. "He couldn't stop reaching for my hand across the table, staring like a creep into my eyes. I wonder what love guru or internet twenty-something taught him that this is th

"A'Zhan." The sudden call jarringly interrupts his focus on reading these comments, so it takes a few seconds for him to realize that it...

A few minutes later, both men are riding the elevators down, deep in thought. Soon, they arrive on the animators' floor and head over to Director Song's demarcated but open office. Along the way, staff strolling by bow their heads quickly in greeting, surprised to see them. Eventually, they arrive at Director Song's desk, but find it empty and severely cluttered. "He's not here," Producer Yang notes as his gaze scans the expansive floor filled with staff. There are over seven

At the chime of the doorbell, Xiao Zhan emerges from the bathroom with a towel to his hair. With a curious yet displeased expression, he pauses for a moment. But then the bell rings again, leaving him no choice but to answer it. Draping the towel over the back of one of the breakfast stools, he heads over and peers through the peephole. He immediately sees who it is, however, he doesn't open the door. Instead, his frown deepens, and then he turns his face away in thought. A m

"If a car is charging forward to hit you? What will you do?" At this question, Yibo watches through the reflection of the steel elevator doors as Muchen looks up from his phone and turns to him. “What?” “Would you run?” Yibo asks. “What do you mean, would I run? Of course I would! Like a mad man. You wouldn’t?” Yibo smiles. “Can you outrun a car?” “So, I should just stand there and be run over?” Yibo goes silent, however, Muchen continues to watch him. “What would you do?”

"Xiao Laoshi, please come to my office. I have the Dean here waiting." At the sudden summon, Xiao Zhan glanced back at the classroom he had just stepped out of. "I'm currently with Zhao Laoshi for his chemistry period. Is it okay to leave in the middle of it?" "Tell him I sent for you," the principal said. "I'll expect you within the next five minutes." "Okay," Xiao Zhan replied and put his phone away. After obtaining the necessary permission, he headed down to the administra

"Yibo. Yibo!" He heard the call as he walked past the elderly couple's laundry store, in front of their house. With its doors wide open, it was impossible to miss him moping past, his eyes glued to the ground as he made his way back to the hostel. "Yibo!" The earnest, pleading call came again. However, Yibo still refused to respond. He wanted to avoid everyone and everything and just be alone. He wanted to disappear into a hole and maybe never emerge again. He felt like vermi

"I'm here to report a crime." At the sudden declaration, the policeman shifted his attention from the screen and looked up at the two men standing before him. One was clad in a leather vest over a white T-shirt, complemented by ripped jeans, while the other was dressed in a sleek business suit. "Please, sit down," the policeman gestured, and they settled into their chairs before him. The station was quite rowdy, as some sort of fight had broken out in the Xianyuan fishing cam

"What kind of theatrical performance is this?" the Dean's voice thundered across the room. "I've told you to get up and get out how many times, and you're still defying me? You think this is the way you're going to twist my hand into letting you come back?" Yibo remained silent, his eyes fixed on the aged tile flooring. It eerily reminded him of the tiles back in the hostel... of the teacher who had left that morning without a single word. It reminded him of the ruin that was