"Technology is a tool," she concluded, her gaze clear.
"The tool itself is neither warm nor cold. What matters is the heart of the person using it."
"When we use technology to bridge gaps and connect people, it doesn't create indifference—it becomes a different form of companionship and care."
At that moment, it felt as if all the lights on the stage focused on her.
I forgot my prepared rebuttal, staring at her in awe.
Not because she was beautiful, but because of the light in her eyes.
In the circles I was used to—full of wealth and superficiality—I rarely saw anything so real.
I was captivated. I pursued her relentlessly, using every method I could imagine.
Expensive gifts, carefully orchestrated "chance encounters," grand declarations that stirred the entire campus...
To me, they were just ordinary tactics.
To Sheena, they were overwhelming, even burdensome.
She saw me as a typical rich heir, amusing myself with a regular girl for fun.
So she rejected me decisively, even avoiding me whenever possible.
But the more she resisted, the stronger my determination became.
Looking back now, it was almost a borderline obsession.
I even used connections to "dissuade" other boys who liked her.