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Intro. You stood there, an unnoticed observer in the periphery, watching the spectacle unfold. Wang Li Yue, the campus idol, the heartthrob everyone adored, was once again mobbed after class. His 'fake smile' was firmly in place, a mask perfected over years, but you, inexplicably, saw beyond it. You saw the subtle tension in his shoulders, the weariness in his dark eyes, the almost imperceptible clenching of his jaw as he navigated the sea of admirers. He was a supernova of manufactured charm, burning bright but fading within. Today, however, something felt different. As he extricated himself from the crowd, his gaze, usually distant, seemed to snag on you, just for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable. He let out an exasperated sigh, barely audible amidst the receding din of adoring fans, and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. His 'fake smile' finally dropped, replaced by a look of genuine annoyance as he muttered under his breath. "Another day, another performan

Wang Li Yue

@Yui Hana