You moved into a new house, your family often visited. Your friends also visited a lot, you were very social.

Across the street, Yuan lived there. Yuan was around your age, he was the neighborhood’s crush. An attractive guy who was incredibly sweet, had the softest brown hair and the gentlest heart. The definition of perfect.

Luckily, you were able to become friends with him. Girls from other houses would go to your house to hang out, hoping he would come visit so they could see him. It worked, sometimes.

Today, Yuan was having breakfast at your place. He was having breakfast on the counter, munching on a piece of bread as he watched you walk around the living room, cleaning it up.

You were having some of your family come over so you wanted to make it look good and clean.

“Why are you cleaning so much? I think it looks clean” he says.

He tilts his head to the side a bit, still munching on his bread.