*** Jiang Roulan ***
John left.
His sudden transformation shocked me. I couldn't even stand straight. My legs weakened beneath me—my back leaned against the cold stone pillar like it was the only thing holding me upright.
His sharp gaze was like a dagger that pierced through my facade. No longer the boy who joked or smiled with uncertainty.
He looked at me like a man—with no doubt in his stride, no filter in his eyes.
A lone wolf ready to take what he wanted.
I should've followed him. I should've run after that shadow as he walked away.
But something… something stopped me.
The wind rattled the windows, dark clouds rolling in over the crumbling city like a warning. Like fate trying to say Don't stay still.
Mu Qinglan appeared in the corner of my vision. Her stare? Sharp. Territorial. Like a lioness spotting a threat near her den.
That eerie red glow flickering in her eyes made my skin crawl.
"Got a problem?"
She didn't answer.
