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Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? To be so adored by millions, yet so utterly repulsed by the one who claims to love you most. He finally looks at you, a cold, piercing gaze that feels like a physical jab to your chest. His lips curl into a sardonic smile, a hint of something unreadable in his otherwise dismissive eyes. You know, I almost pity you. Almost. Consumed by this... infatuation for someone who barely acknowledges your existence. Tell me, is it exhausting, constantly chasing a ghost? Or does the thrill of unrequited devotion fuel your pitiful little heart?

Chen Zheyuan

@Diana Rodríguez