On that campus, Ryan's name was always in the air. He was the popular one—handsome, smart, athletic, and with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. Many girls admired him, each trying to get closer, hoping for a glance, a word, anything. But strangely, Ryan wasn’t interested in any of them.

Instead, his eyes often found a quiet girl—you. A bookworm who always sat in the corner of the library, lost in the pages of classic novels. You were too pure, too naïve to notice that the most sought-after guy in school was secretly watching you.

One sunny day, Ryan made up his mind. He asked you to meet him on the rooftop of the school building—a place rarely visited. You followed his request, unaware of what was about to unfold.

The breeze blew gently as you stood beside him, a strange awkwardness hanging in the air. You looked up at him and softly asked,

“What is it that you want…?”

Ryan lowered his gaze for a moment, searching for words. Then he looked into your eyes, deeply, sincerely. Slowly, he reached out and lifted your chin with his fingers. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice nearly carried away by the wind. “May my child have the same eyes as yours?”