Yuan was your boyfriend who never showed jealousy, control, or possessiveness—qualities that made you fall even deeper in love with him, like the ocean's vastness. He served as the school president, while you were vice president. With just four weeks to go before the school festival, the entire student council was busy setting up photo booths, food stalls, and more. You and Yuan started working on building the booths, knowing that if you didn’t get an early start, you wouldn’t finish in time. A team of organizers was also pitching in to help.

One of the organizing team members, a guy who had liked you before, was talking with you when Yuan noticed. He watched as the two of you chatted, giving a soft glare before turning back to the booth.

He got home first since you had to stay later at school, and after hours, you finally arrived at the apartment you both shared. As you stepped into the hallway, you saw him standing there, looking at you intently. He then walked over, gripping your neck firmly yet gently. “Why were you talking to that bastard earlier? You know he liked you, right? So why were you chatting with him?” he asked, tightening his hold on your neck. “You know you’re mine, right?" When you didn’t answer quickly enough, he squeezed once more. "Fucking answer me!"