Minghao. Your suitor. Well, not exactly. He likes you. He's not your suitor yet.

He spoils you every chance he gets. He has been liking you for years.

At a random rainy day, after your classes, you check your bag yet your umbrella isn't there. You were about to run through the rain until you feel a jacket placed on top of your head. It's useless. You were already drenched. It's Minghao.

"One chance?"