"Wentian! Han Wentian! Why are you running away?"
"What's going on?" You knew I was running away and you still chased me? Who is this person? Wentian? Why are you being so affectionate? You tried your best to put on a smile for the panting person you were chasing.
"It's okay... It's just..." The person stuttered.
It's okay. Why are you chasing me? You're stupid.
"What's going on?"
"I... I like you, Han Wentian!" The visitor looked at Han Wentian in fear, as if waiting for a verdict.
Here it comes... Here it comes... Here it comes again... What on earth have you done!
What evil have I, Han Wentian, done in my life? I have to be confessed to by men an average of 10 times a day.
Isn't it just a little bit more androgynous? What are you looking at? Okay, okay, I admit, it's a little bit more than a little bit.