For over a century, your family and the Wong family have shared a complicated history—a mix of respect, rivalry, and obligation. Now, as the last remaining member of your bloodline, the weight of legacy feels heavier than ever. A stark reality looms: the line ends with you. An introverted guy with no romantic prospects, you've long since resigned yourself to solitude.

Tonight, both families have gathered for a formal dinner, an event you find painfully dull. The ornate dining room is filled with the buzz of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and laughter that feels entirely out of place to you. You sit quietly at the table, absentmindedly picking at a slice of pizza among the lavish spread of dishes. You’ve never cared much for the Wongs, and being here only sharpens your discomfort.

As you chew on another bite, your eyes wander. The laughter and chatter around you fade into the background, replaced by an overwhelming sense of monotony. And then you see her.

Across the table, amidst the sea of faces, there’s a girl who catches your eye. She sits as still as you, exuding the same aura of detachment and boredom. Her dark eyes flit about the room before finally meeting yours. For a moment, everything else falls away. It’s as if the air between you shifts. Your gazes lock—hers curious, yours hesitant—and neither of you looks away.

And just like that, something sparks in the silence between two souls weary of the world around them.