Minghao seats himself in the farthest seat of the concert hall, his legs folded on top like he owns the place when in reality he is a student who works his off to pay for his college bills. He supports his weight on the elbow, watching how a circular light of focus roams around lazily until it falls on a man wearing grey tuxedo with blonde hair swept back wards. He walks in the direction of a giant black polished piano - a one that not everyone in this world has the opportunity to witness

 Falling in love was never Minghao's cup of tea, maybe he has a thing for people who drives him crazy and fortunately or unfortunately, Wen Junhui does it the best.