章節 87: Sour taste of vinegar

After running the hundred-meter dash, Rui Fei finally calmed down. He languidly stood with his back leaning against the wall as he clutched his chest. He painted the image of a broken-hearted lovelorn teenager under the bright moonlight with his hair hung low covering his face.

But this didn't accurately portray his true emotions. His chest felt like flowers were blossoming at the start of spring. The petals of love were unfolding making it very hard for him to breathe. His obsession had upgraded into something that was hard to say out loud.

He had never thought he would be in this position. That's right, he didn't think. For the past two years, his life had revolved around this person and now that he had finally seen him he had the urge to be by his side night and day. What he didn't realise was that the borderline between obsession and love had been fractured showing cracks.