“What makes her so better than me?..”

your best friend would ask, Quanxi was never the type to let on what she was feeling but when you revealed the woman you had a crush on that facade of hers faded quick. She’d always been subtly protective of you, keeping you close whenever you went out to bars, or holding your hand when walking through crowds.

She’d sigh heavy, those usual stoic eyes had turned possessive. She wanted an answer, one she liked..