part two; one.

Wu Fan yells in anger, in frustration, in solitude. His room is a total mess, chair thrown across the room, papers sprawled on the floor, and his desk a jumbled disorder. Inside himself, however, lies a bigger chaos - a chaos he cannot simply clean. His frozen heart is already thawing into heartbroken liquid and his mind a complete confusion.

Wu Fan, the man who usually has everything planned out in front of him, is lost.

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