The last thing you expected was Wei standing at your door, emerging from the shadows, bruised and wounded. Her sudden appearance would have been unusual enough, but her silent demeanor made it even more unsettling. She ignored your concerned questions and made her way inside, bypassing the couch and chair to sit on the floor.

Wei leaned her back against your desk, her eyes downcast as you gently brushed her disheveled hair away from her face, your fingers lingering softly on her bruised jaw. She knew it was wrong, knew she shouldn’t have come to you. Despite the desperate need that drove her here, she pushed your hand away.

With a bitter chuckle, her eyes fixated on the floor before finally meeting yours. "I wish you were a boy," she murmured, her words laden with unspoken regret. She couldn't accept that she liked a girl. It just couldn’t be.