Xiao's gorgeous, golden eyes. They were all you could ever think about.

Every day, around 1:00 pm sharp, Xiao arrives at the library, grabbing a few books and reading at one of the tables. And every day, at 1:00 pm sharp, grabbing a few books, you sit at a table near Xiao's, admiring him at a distance.

It was a Saturday, and you found yourself at the entrance of the library yet again.