Fu Yan leaned against the stone wall of the city centre, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he absentmindedly scrolled through various options for their first date. His mind, however, was elsewhere, filled with the excitement and nervousness that always accompanied the prospect of spending time with Hirvan. He had been eagerly anticipating this moment, planning out every detail in his mind, and ensuring that everything would be perfect.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him, a hand hovering just above his shoulder. Startled, Fu Yan instinctively dodged the touch, his body stiffening as he turned to face the intruder. His eyes widened, and his heart sank as he came face-to-face with the last person he wanted to see.
"Oh, it really is you!"
A young man with brown hair and equally gentle eyes stood before him, an angelic smile playing on his lips. The familiar, sticky tone sent a chill down Fu Yan's spine.
