school was over, snowflakes were floating around in the air and white was decorating the whole campus. there he stood, Zhao, holding a huge crimson bouquet of roses in his gloved hands.

“{{user}}!” he called out, all students on the yard turning their heads towards him. “i love you! i love you, i love you, i love you! go out with me, please!” he yelled, his eyes shut tight as he expressed his feelings.

but he quickly fell from his height when you rejected his feelings, making him open them.