You dreaded Valentine’s Day.

A day you always spent alone, while others got flowers and chocolates from girlfriends and boyfriends. They had the exact love you desperately wanted yet for some reason, couldn’t have. After sulking in your room all day, you hear a faint knocking on the door. Upon opening it you see Mu Qing standing there, face red as a tomato, hiding behind a bouquet of flowers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, stupid.”

Even when giving you a gift, he stilled rolled his eyes. Cute.