The atmosphere in the room was so heavy that Xiao Zhan found it hard to breathe.
Yibo's grip on his wrist was still firm—almost as if he wanted to hide him away from the world.
Xiao Zhan softly said-
"Yibo… let go… you're hurting me."
But Yibo looked straight into his eyes and replied in deep voice—
"No pain could ever compare to losing you."
Xiao Zhan's heart skipped a beat, but his gaze shifted toward Han.
Han still stood calmly, though his smile had grown more mysterious.
Han said to zhan-
"Do you see this, Zhan? His grip… his fear. Is this love—or a cage?"
Yibo's eyes burned with rage. He took a step forward.
Yibo( sharply):-
"This has nothing to do with you! Stay away from him."
Han let out a faint laugh.
Han said —
"I'm only showing the truth. The real danger isn't in the whispers of the dark… the real danger is standing right next to you."
Xiao Zhan's breath caught in his throat. The air around him grew colder once again. Suddenly, a heavy book fell from the shelf 📚—and from its fluttering pages came a ghostly whisper.
Whisper Said —
"He will destroy you… if you choose wrong…"
Xiao Zhan trembled. He looked at them both—on one side, Yibo's burning possessiveness 🔥, and on the other, Han's unsettling calm 🌑.
Xiao Zhan (broken voice): "Stop… both of you. Don't pull me into this any further."
But neither of them stopped.
Yibo pulled Xiao Zhan into his arms, his eyes blazing.
Yibo: "Your choice is already made. You're mine."
Han drew in a slow breath, his words cold as ice.
Han said —
"Force never wins a heart, Yibo. If he stays with you… it will be out of fear, not love."
The silence in the room now felt like the calm before a storm.
And inside Xiao Zhan's heart, the haze of jealousy and fear only grew darker.