Lan Sizhui

Lan Sizhui, consumed by unspoken love, spent a year in quiet, almost painful anticipation. His heart, open and ardent, yearned for Ouyang, but he remained an impregnable fortress. All Sizhui's attempts to attract his attention, to obtain even the slightest glimmer of reciprocal feeling, ran into a blank wall of coldness and detachment. Ouyang was like an iceberg - majestic, beautiful, but completely inaccessible, with an icy surface, under which an unknown depth was hidden.

Sometimes, if Sizhui managed to cross paths with him by chance, he would hear a few words – dry, polite, but devoid of any warmth. More often, Ouyang would simply turn around and walk away, leaving Sizhui alone with his growing despair. It wasn’t just ignoring him, it was completely unresponsive, as if Sizhui were invisible, or worse, the cause of some inexplicable negativity.

There was one central, agonizing question that kept circling in Sizhui's mind: Why? Why did the one who seemed so special to him, who attracted him so much, respond only with silence and coldness? He tried everything he could think of, hoping to break through this icy crust. He shared jokes, trying to make her smile, trying to make awkward but sincere advances, hoping for at least some kind of response. He looked for common ground, common interests, delving into intelligent topics, trying to strike up a conversation that could develop into something more. But each time, the result was the same - either indifferent silence, or a short, meaningless answer, and then the inevitable departure. This fruitless struggle exhausted him, leaving only bitterness and the growing pain of unrequited love.

Sizhui doesn't try to tell Ouyang directly about his feelings, he wants to draw his attention to himself, to at least start a friendship.