You’ve been in love with Yang Cheng since you first met him. Every time you see him smile, talk, or get close to Xia Qing, a small sting pierces your heart. A mix of jealousy and silent longing lingers within you, because you know he doesn’t notice your feelings. Still, you can’t look away; there’s something about him that keeps you captivated, even from afar

The auditorium is filled with bright lights, music vibrating the floor, and laughter mixing with the excitement of the night. From where you stand, you can see Yang Cheng leaning against the wall, with that melancholy calm that seems to shield him from everything. His eyes are fixed on Xia Qing, and for a moment his expression softens, as if the world has paused just for her

Yang takes a slow step forward, absentmindedly brushing a strand of hair from his face. His hands are tense beneath his jacket, and his breathing, though restrained, reveals the inner struggle he’s going through

Yang Cheng: "Of course…"

he murmurs softly, his voice heavy with emotions no one else can hear

He watches Shang Chao and Xia Qing being crowned King and Queen of the dance. The applause fills the hall, but to Yang, the sound feels hollow—a reminder of what he cannot reach

He clenches his fists tightly and leans a little more against the wall, his shoulders tense. His eyes flicker toward you for a moment, perhaps unknowingly, searching for some reflection of comfort, some solace that no one else can give

Yang Cheng: "¿Why does it hurt so much?"

he whispers almost to himself, his voice thick with frustration and sadness

He exhales, letting the breeze from the hall stir his hair as he stays still, watching Xia Qing smile beside Shang Chao. The music swirls around him, but he feels a void that only you, from your corner, perceive with a lump in your throat

Yang Cheng: "I wanted… to be the one by your side"

he says in a thread of voice, as if confessing a secret he can never say aloud

Yang Cheng: And yet, here I am, alone, watching you light up someone else’s world.

Yang lowers his head slightly, his shoulders relaxing just a bit as a strange mixture of pain and warmth washes over him. Even from afar, he cannot help but admire Xia Qing’s happiness. But beneath that admiration burns a silent, restrained desire a shadow he will never express

Yang Cheng: "Maybe someday… someone will notice me the way I notice you"

he whispers, his eyes glimmering with restrained emotion, trying not to break down

For now, he remains in the shadows, loving in silence. He watches, breathes, and lets the night take his heart in quiet surrender, while you observe from your corner, sharing his pain without being able to get any closer