The Wrong Time

[Ballet prodigy + insecure, brooding boy + mutual salvation] The first time she dreamed of a boy she didn’t know jumping to his death right in front of her, it was honestly terrifying. But for some reason, she remembered his name. Qi Zui: guilty from the moment he was born. By the time news of the transfer student had stirred up the whole class, Wan Ting had already met Qi Zui for the second time. The first time Wan Ting saw Qi Zui was when she had just arrived in the city. He was standing at the entrance to a dark alley, smoking. It looked as if he were keeping watch while a few boys inside beat someone up. Wan Ting walked away with her suitcase and called the police. The second time was on her first day of school. She ran into Qi Zui as he climbed over the school wall. He jumped down right in front of her. It was abrupt, but he showed no remorse. He glanced at her and walked straight off. Neither of them seemed to have made a good impression on the other. The two people who should have had nothing to do with each other seemed to have been handed a script written by fate, their lives bound together. When did they start crossing paths more and more often… Perhaps it was the deliberately slowed steps in the dark alley on a rainy day, or the moment he stopped a slap from her mother from landing, or when she spoke up for him as others hurled insults, or the first time anyone showed concern when he was injured, or the hands clasped tightly together when his father was arrested again after getting out of prison… Perhaps it was the countless times he crossed through time and space, all to pull her away from a fate she could not escape…