Kim Ji-won took the plate and accidentally stained her fingertips with butter. Ouyangguang subconsciously grabbed her hand and licked the butter off.

The two of them froze at the same time.

"...sweet." Ouyang Guang said dryly.

Kim Ji-won's ears were red as blood, but she pretended to be calm and changed the subject: "Did your speech go well today?"

"Of course, don't you see who I am?" Ouyang Guang laughed wantonly.

He recounted anecdotes from the ceremony: how the math teacher actually cried, and how the class monitor and the vice-class monitor, two people who usually didn't get along, had a falling out. Kim Ji-won listened intently, occasionally laughing.

As the night progressed, half the cake was gone and two beer bottles were empty. A faint blush crept into Kim Ji-won's cheeks as she pulled out a beautifully wrapped small box from a drawer.

"Graduation present," she whispered. "You can open it now."

Ouyangguang carefully unpacked the package. Inside was a fountain pen with a line of small words engraved on the pen body: "To my genius".

"You'll be writing a lot of papers and signing a lot of documents in the future," Kim Ji-won said softly. "I hope every time you use this... you'll remember today."

Ouyangguang gripped the pen tightly and suddenly reached out to pull her into his arms.

"You're the one I wanted to see most on stage today." His voice was muffled in her hair. "But it doesn't matter... It's better this way."

Kim Ji-won nodded gently in his embrace. Outside the window, the night lights of Seoul were dazzling. In this small space, they had the most perfect graduation celebration.

In the early hours of the morning, Ouyangguang got up quietly. Jin Zhiyuan was already asleep on the sofa, covered with his coat.

He squatted down, gently brushed away the loose hair on her forehead, and left a feathery kiss.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

With a click, the door of the apartment opened and closed again, and moonlight poured in through the gap in the curtains and shone onto the sofa.

…

After Ouyangguang High School graduation ceremony, Seoul University started school in early March. Almost half a month has passed, and there is still no news from Kris Wu.

The atmosphere within the company grew increasingly tense. In the corner of the practice room, the members tacitly avoided the spot that once belonged to KRIS. The dance teacher had to re-arrange the movements, the sound engineer worked overnight to adjust the harmony distribution, and the music video shooting schedule was repeatedly reshuffled. The return originally scheduled for March was forced to be postponed indefinitely.

Ouyangguang sat on the floor of the practice room, looking down at his Seoul University class schedule, his agent's anxious voice on the phone beside him:

"Yeah, I still can't get in touch... No, the album can't be released like this..."

He looked up at the mirror and saw Zhang Yixing's silent profile reflected behind him. He was staring at the screen of his mobile phone, his finger hovering over KRIS's chat window. The last message was still "Happy New Year" before the Spring Festival.

In the early morning of March 9, an anonymous account uploaded an audio file on the forum with the title: **"EXO's new song "Wolf" complete demo, listen in advance"**.

In just one hour, the audio was forwarded crazily and even became a real-time hot search.

"It's over." The producer slammed down his headphones, his face livid. "It's all leaked. Not even the arrangement details have been changed."

The company called an emergency meeting, and all members were summoned to the conference room. Hidemitsu's face was gloomier than ever before: "All return plans are suspended. Record new songs."

In the practice room, Huang Zitao slammed his fist on the ground: "Why the hell do we always run into all these bad things?"

Kim Jong Dae played the leaked song and said sadly, "Are we finished?"

No one answered.

Ouyangguang lowered his head to scroll through his phone, and the comments on the forum pierced his eyes like knives: