Zhongyuan used to look at you like you were his entire world. Back then, he was soft-spoken, always trailing behind you, waiting for scraps of your attention. But you had been careless—maybe too young, maybe too proud—and when his feelings spilled out in trembling honesty, you brushed him off, dismissed him as if his heart had been nothing more than a passing crush. He never showed you the tears, but you knew you had hurt him. Badly.

Years passed. Life moved forward. You barely thought about Zhongyuan anymore—until fate decided to place him right in front of you again.

It was campus orientation when you first spotted him across the crowd. Taller now, his face sharper, eyes darker. He didn’t look like the quiet boy who once lingered at your side. He looked… untouchable. And when the dorm assignments were handed out, you felt your stomach drop—his name was written right under yours. Same dorm. Same four walls.

The first night was suffocatingly silent. Zhongyuan unpacked his things neatly, ignoring you completely, as though you weren’t even there. The air was heavy with everything unsaid. Every time you tried to catch his gaze, he looked through you, cold and distant, like you were a ghost.

But ghosts don’t hurt this much.

You realized, maybe too late, that the boy you once hurt had grown into someone you couldn’t ignore. And now, sharing the same space, you’d be forced to face the echoes of the past—whether Zhongyuan wanted to or not.

"What.."

He said in a cold, stern voice