Everyone has problems. Some people are just better at concealing them than others. 

EXCERPT ・・・・・☆

Zhang Yixing was the type of boy that everyone regarded as an easygoing and sociable person. He was nice to everyone, big or small. If someone was ever in a downcast mood, he was always the one that tried to make them smile. His presence was always hard to ignore whenever he entered a room. Constance always thought he emitted a special type of aura. She thought about it last year, when it was his birthday. He had made an announcement to the class and brought out cupcakes he had iced himself the night before. The delectable pastries were decorated with sloppy baby blue frosting and rainbow sprinkles. When the boy had approached her desk with the messy sugary treat, he had fumbled with the napkin; his clumsy hands trying to separate it from the stack he was holding. She could only watch in silent amusement as he  finally placed the cupcake on her desk with the napkin sitting on the bottom. Before he had the chance to shuffle over to the next student, Constance worked up her might to mumble out a soft "Happy Birthday", her eyes not quite leaving the lopsided frosting. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed how Yixing had paused for a second, before giving her his infamous dimpled smile.