The Fifth Quadrant

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Yang Zhiyi likes an indie singer. She doesn't know his name, age, or what he looks like. She has loved him for ten years, all because of his voice.

She once thought the most their paths would cross in this lifetime was that he would sing and she would listen.

Until, on her birthday, he knocked on the door of her home.

His suit was impeccably pressed, as restrained as ever, but his tie was nowhere to be seen.

Their eyes met. He raised his hand, revealing a bow tied around his wrist with his tie.

"I'm the gift."

"Want me?"

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You are my fifth quadrant, the flutter in my heart beyond the coordinates.

*Gentle, calculating aloof beauty x a little painter who always takes the bait

*An old house catching fire, with a nine-year age gap

*A sweet little treat, nothing but sweetness

*No real-life inspirations, no real-life inspirations, no real-life inspirations

*I revised the blurb, sorry about that

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Theme: The person you like will come running to you, too