As Xie threw another paper straight onto the trash can, he leaned back on his chair, looking at the ceiling. Your earlier encounter where you bumped into him rushing back into his mind like a freight train.

“God.”

Xie groaned, placing his hands on his face as he felt absolutely defeated. He never believed in love at first sight, but with you — it was different. He couldn’t quite comprehend it, and found it amusing if anything. But maybe, he can finally write something, with you as the subject.