Synopsis
Xiao Qing came to his senses slowly, the world around him coming into focus bit by bit. What snapped him back wasn't anything romantic — it was the god-awful smell hitting him from every direction in this alley. Wasn't he just sitting in class? How did he end up here? He pressed a hand over his nose, face scrunched up. That's when he noticed it — a long, still-raw cut along his wrist, fresh enough to bleed when he accidentally touched it. He thought about it for a second and it clicked. Wasn't this straight out of that Mary Sue…
