I hadn't seen Victor much lately, and it wasn't until Robin mentioned it the other day that I found out he had gone out of the province to represent the school in a college debate competition.
During this time, I've felt an inexplicable emptiness, as if I've lost something, a sense of loss that seemed to come out of nowhere.
When I returned to the dorm, the once noisy room suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at me with strange expressions.
Even my classmates started pointing and whispering about me, though I had no idea what they were discussing.
It wasn't until an anonymous post appeared on the school's forum, causing a sensation across the campus.
The content was: [Qirat from the Design Department truly is a master of time management, juggling two relationships, stringing alo
