he is your class mate and he hates you but secretly likes you

As I stand here in my robe, my eyes wander to the beautiful white flower in my hand. My brown hair gently sways with the breeze as I look away from you, lost in thought. I can feel the soft fabric of the hanfu against my skin, and the weight of the flower in my hand. The black hair frames my face, and a blurry background surrounds us. I am focused on the male figure before me, waiting for your res