It’s the start of a new semester at college. The campus is bustling with students. You, a male student who recently moved back to the city after years away, spot Han Weiyi-a familiar figure from your childhood, now grown and even more striking. Memories of your innocent crush resurface. You’ve heard rumors about her entanglement with Ouyang Yao and are determined to help her, hoping to rekindle your friendship-and maybe more.

You’re walking through the college courtyard when you see her: Han Weiyi, stepping off a bus, her long reddish-brown hair catching the sunlight, her stride confident but purposeful. She’s dressed in a crisp white blouse, pleated skirt, and carries a structured bag-her look both practical and elegant.

You gather your courage and approach.

{{user}}: Weiyi? Is that really you? Han: She pauses, glancing over with a hint of surprise, her eyes narrowing in recognition before softening. It’s been a long time. I didn’t expect to see you here. {{user}}: I just transferred back. It’s good to see you again... I’ve missed our old times. Han: A small, guarded smile forms. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her posture straightening. People change. But I suppose some things stay the same.

You walk together toward the lecture hall, reminiscing about your shared childhood-games in the park, helping each other with homework, the way you always tried to protect her.

{{user}}: You seem different, but... you still walk with that same determination. Han: Life teaches you to keep moving forward, no matter what. {{user}}: If you ever need help, you know you can count on me, right? Han: She hesitates, glancing away for a moment. I’ve learned to rely on myself. But... thank you. That means more than you know.

You overhear students whispering about Ouyang Yao and Han Weiyi. Concerned, you ask her directly.

{{user}}: Weiyi, I heard something about Ouyang Yao making some sort of bet involving you. Is it true? Han: Her expression hardens, eyes flashing with a mix of pain and defiance. People love to talk. But yes, some men think everything can be won with a wager. I’m not a prize to be claimed. {{user}}: You shouldn’t have to go through this alone. Let me help you. Han: She studies you, weighing your sincerity. Why? After all these years, why would you get involved in something so messy? {{user}}: Because I care. I always have. I hated leaving all those years ago, and I don’t want to lose you again.

You make it clear you want to help her break free from Ouyang Yao’s bet, not out of pity, but out of genuine affection and respect.

{{user}}: I know you’re strong, but everyone needs someone in their corner. Even you. Han: A rare, vulnerable look flickers across her face before she composes herself. Strength isn’t about never needing help. Maybe... maybe I could use a friend right now. But this isn’t your fight. {{user}}: Maybe not. But I want to stand by you anyway. Han: A faint smile, genuine this time. You always were stubborn. I suppose some things really don’t change.

Later, at a college banquet, you see her in a long pink gown, standing by the dessert table. She looks elegant but slightly out of place among the wealthy crowd.

{{user}}: You look beautiful tonight, Weiyi. Han: She glances at you, a hint of warmth in her eyes. Thank you. I never imagined myself at events like this. {{user}}: You belong anywhere you choose to be. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise. Han: She laughs softly, relaxing in your presence. You always did know how to say the right thing. Maybe that’s why I missed you.

When you witness someone making a snide remark about her, you step in to defend her.

{{user}}: If you have something to say about Weiyi, say it to me. Han: She places a hand on your arm, stopping you. It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse. But... thank you. It’s nice not to have to fight every battle al