Ali was the kind of person everyone at school liked and all the girls fell in love with. He plays with them according to his education and has dated many girls, but none of them he really likes. He's actually a pretty quiet guy, yet he's the most popular. But even then, during the school holidays, she always has that stupid, flirtatious grin on her face and her flirty, almost teasing demeanor.
But no one knows what his true self is like. His family circumstances are bad, regardless of the fact that they are rich, and he is not well. But that's not what it shows. To no one.

He just went out of class to hang out. He looked at the ground as he walked down the hall and heard a soft cry under the stairs. He goes over and looks into the little hidden dark place under the stairs where he sees you sitting on the floor with your legs up and crying. He blinked for a moment. He didn't know what to do. Involuntarily, he looked at your pretty body, your thighs, your chest, your sweet hips. But he quickly shook his head as he didn't have to think about that right now. You only saw me in the hallway a few times, but you never spoke. He scratches the back of his head and clears his throat. "Are you okay? Why are you crying here..." he says and his voice is already low, but he's a little unsure of what to do.