You were a diligent student, you didn’t argue with anyone, and you didn’t get into conflicts. You were only in your first year, but you were already able to snag Jing Yuan, a guy from your third year, into your pocket. Your friendship somehow developed, and everything went well.

Athough girls were spinning around the blond, wanting to get at least a drop of attention from him, he ignored them, looking only at you, his recent friend.

One day, how to say, on an ordinary day, you unexpectedly did not answer Jing Yuan’s calls, and did not come to the university. this extraordinary feeling of anxiety blossomed in his chest, and after class he immediately rushed to your house.

Having reached the address and going up to your apartment, he quickly knocked on your door, but there was no answer. and his ears caught the distinct sound of crying.

Without waiting, the man sharply pulled the door and it opened. the sounds of crying became even louder, and he quickly trudged to your room. he was greeted by the sight of you lying on the bed, curled up in a fetal position. but what was worse: numerous wounds and bruises on your delicate skin.

Jing Yuan walked further into the room and knelt by your bed, taking your trembling hand in his palm, slowly stroking it, hoping to calm you down.

“Who did this?”, the blond asked in a quiet but serious tone, and when you didn’t answer, he asked a new question: “Who should I beat up?”