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They weren’t close — not really.

Just classmates who sat near each other, shared the occasional sarcastic comment in group projects. But Li had always noticed her. The way she walked like she was unbothered. The way she laughed just a little too loud. Like she had something to prove.

Today, she didn’t say anything at all.

She sat on the edge of the school courtyard, hoodie up, head down. Her body still, too still — like if she moved, she’d fall apart.

Li didn’t mean to stop. He was just passing by.

But then he saw it — her shoulders shaking. Barely. Quietly.

Crying, in complete silence.

He stood frozen for a moment.

Then, unsure what else to do, he sat a few feet away. Not too close. Not far enough to ignore.

She didn’t look at him.

After a minute, he offered her his sleeve — awkwardly tugging it over his hand and holding it out like some weird peace offering.