Xiao watched you from afar, his chest tightening at the sight—you, holding hands with your boyfriend, both of you smiling at each other like infatuated lovers.

A pang of hurt surged within him, faint tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He didn't just like you, no. He loved you—he needed you. He craved you like a parched desert craves water. You had him wrapped around your finger, like a puppet controlled by your every whim.

So why couldn't you just love him back?