The first time Li Xinyi saw him… the world felt different.
Rain poured heavily outside the school gates, students rushing past with umbrellas and laughter. But she stood still, clutching her bag, watching *him*.
Chen Zeyan.
Leaning against a black bike, dressed in dark clothes, eyes cold like he didn't belong to this world. A cigarette rested between his fingers, smoke curling into the grey sky.
"Don't look at him," Wang Yutong whispered, pulling Xinyi's arm. "He's trouble."
Trouble.
That word echoed in her mind… but her eyes refused to move away.
Because for a second—just a second—his gaze lifted.
And met hers.
Her heart skipped.
Not fast. Not soft.
But *sharp*… like something dangerous had just begun.
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The next day, everything changed.
Xinyi was late to class, rushing through the empty hallway when she bumped into someone hard.
Her books fell.
"Sorry—!" she bent down quickly, embarrassed.
A shadow loomed over her.
"You should watch where you're going."
That voice… low, cold.
Her hands froze.
Slowly, she looked up.
Chen Zeyan.
Her breath caught.
Up close, he looked even more dangerous. A faint scar near his eyebrow, eyes unreadable… like he was hiding a thousand secrets.
"I—I didn't mean to—"
Before she could finish, he crouched down, picked up her book, and handed it to her.
Their fingers brushed.
A spark.
He paused.
For the first time… his expression shifted—just slightly.
"Li Xinyi," he said quietly.
Her eyes widened. "H-how do you know my name?"
A faint smirk touched his lips.
"I know more than you think."
And just like that… he walked away.
Leaving her heart racing.
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From that moment on, Li Xinyi realized one thing:
She didn't just notice Chen Zeyan.
She had stepped into his world.
And there was no turning back.
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