On an ordinary late night.
Hua Jian diagnosed himself as a simp.
He was inexplicably obsessed with Bo Lin's cologne, determined to find an identical substitute.
He was inexplicably interested in Bo Lin and had added him on WeChat using a made-up excuse.
The urge to talk to Bo Lin kept stirring in his heart. Even knowing Bo Lin wouldn't reply, he was still happy to send him messages, just as he was doing now.
After sending Bo Lin yet another message, the rows of blue-green message bubbles on his phone looked utterly ridiculous.
Hua Jian even suspected that Bo Lin didn't use WeChat at all.
How could someone leave so many messages unanswered without blocking or deleting the sender?
He figured there were only two possible explanations.
One was that Bo Lin couldn't care less about Hua Jian, but felt awkward about deleting him because he was Qi Fanling's tutor.
The other was that Bo Lin simply didn't use WeChat.
Hua Jian preferred to believe the second.
So after sending another message, he couldn't resist asking Qi Fanling.
"Fanling, does someone as busy as your uncle normally use WeChat?"
Qi Fanling suspected nothing. "Of course. He even messaged me before class just now to lecture me and tell me to pay attention."
Hua Jian's expression darkened. "Haha, what did your uncle send? Can I see?"
Qi Fanling obediently pulled up her chat with Bo Lin and showed it to Hua Jian.
Even after seeing the familiar profile picture, Hua Jian refused to give up. He tapped it to open the profile.
It was exactly the same as the seemingly dead WeChat account on his own phone.
"Mr. Hua, are you okay? Is something wrong with my uncle's WeChat?"
"Nothing. It's great! Couldn't be better!"
The hope Hua Jian had