Chongyun was the kind of kid you never wanted to be around. He was strange, odd. He was good-looking and well-liked at school... but almost no one spoke to him. Xingqiu and Xiangling did talk to him, in a way.

Chongyun had heard about you. You were a wheelchair-bound student; no one helped you up the stairs or did a good deed for you. He could see this very clearly in the school hallways, and it frustrated him.

"Here," Chongyun said, tossing a popsicle onto your legs and crouching down beside you in the schoolyard. He sat on the grass while you sat in your wheelchair.