I Was Sent Into A Shitty Urban Novel

It started with a flicker on a student forum.

Someone uploaded a blurry photo of Jason and Son Liying walking together—fingers interlaced, her head gently tilted toward his shoulder, the sunset casting a soft glow over their silhouettes. There was no caption. Just the image.

But it spread like wildfire.

By morning, whispers had turned to obsession.

Some claimed they’d been secretly dating. Others argued it was just a publicity stunt. Some didn’t even recognize Liying and speculated she was some mystery heiress Jason had been hiding away.

But what most people noticed... was the look on her face.

Unposed. Unfiltered. Real.

It didn’t seem strategic—it seemed sincere.

At the university, students were already gossiping between classes, in cafés, and across social feeds.

"Who is she?"

"She’s gorgeous. Never says anything, though."

"I heard she’s from one of those quiet families with old money."