All eyes in the room shifted toward the slender teenager, their gaze drawn to the graceful curve of his back, which seemed almost delicate beneath the dim light.
And then—
Lan Qisheng's eyes widened.
The mad doctor gasped, his breath catching in his throat, as he stepped forward with an unexpected urgency. But then he froze, his wild eyes wide with a blend of madness and awe, both emotions flickering across his gaunt face like shadows dancing in the flickering light.
Jiao Liangchen maintained a serene expression, the calmest of the three, yet the tightening of his fists around the fabric of his clothes revealed the intensity brewing beneath his composed facade. The muscles in his arms tensed subtly, and even though his face remained placid, the strain of his grip spoke volumes about the turmoil simmering within him.
He was just as stunned.
The reason?
It was all because of one person.
