Junhe University Fog Gates

Lian held a chipped cup in her coat pocket and watched lies come back at her from every shiny surface. She had spent fifty years learning how reflection could return a wound, a truth, or the shape of fear, and that gift had made her useful in the wrong places. At Junhe University, she met Yiran, a rich family heiress with perfect clothes and a guarded face, then found her own calm cracking in small, unwanted moments. A taped pair of broken glasses, a wooden comb with a family seal, and a missing year kept pulling her toward the same old fog. The girl she wanted to understand kept standing close enough to hurt her, and close enough to trust.