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Xie Lian has a stalker.
A very cute, respectful stalker! He cleans Xie Lian’s apartment when he’s had a bad day at work, and leaves notes on heart-shaped paper, written in handwriting Xie Lian can’t decipher for the life of him. He’s offered to the general area around him to give writing lessons, but he didn’t get an answer.
He sees no point in trying to get rid of the stalker, or in stopping his habit of talking out loud to himself. He’s pretty sure that wouldn’t do anything.
One day, he starts crying in bed. He’s just so tired. He has such bad luck in friendships. He just wishes he could cuddle with someone and be sure that they wouldn’t leave.
Someone climbs into bed behind him.