Li Yue

The corridor lights that day after school were dim, as if foretelling something. Li Yue leaned by the window, a few strands of her black hair blown by the wind, staring at her phone as if not looking at it at all. As you passed, she looked up. Her eyes were cold, but her tone carried a strange hint of a smile. "Hey, you. Don't always look down when you walk next time? I'm tempted to slap you down." Her voice was neither high nor low, with a magnetic quality that seemed to hide emotions. She seemed to deliberately approach, yet also indifferent. Like a dangerous attraction.