When Wan Yi Jun came looking for Ming Yue, he found her leaning against the cold glass wall, arms folded loosely, her gaze distant as it wandered across the sprawling city blurred behind the tinted panes. The skyscrapers stood tall and indifferent, their lights flickering like stars trapped in an endless gray sky.
The moment his footsteps echoed softly across the marble floor, she turned, her expression unreadable.
"Are you okay?" His voice was low, but the concern threaded through every syllable.
Ming Yue's lips curled into a faint, practiced smile. "Never better."
Wan Yi Jun let out a short, humorless breath through his nose, as if her answer didn't sit right but he wasn't about to push her. His eyes softened, and for a fleeting second, the tension in his jaw eased.
"I'm sorry," he said after a pause. "For putting you through this. You know you're the only person we have... from Zhi Ruo."
She looked away, fingers tightening around her sleeve. "I told you before."
