The car moved steadily through the night, city lights streaking past the windows in blurred lines, but I barely noticed any of it. I sat quietly in the back seat, my hands resting on my lap, my thoughts tangled and heavy.
My mind kept replaying Mo Yuzhen's face—his madness, his certainty, the way his eyes had looked at me as if I were something he could claim.
A warm hand suddenly wrapped around mine.
"What are you thinking?" Yun Si asked softly.
I blinked and turned to her. Her brows were knit with worry, her grip firm, grounding. I let out a slow breath. "I'm worried."
She sighed. "Even after knowing you're married… he won't back off, will he?"
I shook my head. "No." My voice was calm, but the certainty in it surprised even me. "He won't stop until he gets what he wants."
Yun Si studied my face carefully. "Are you scared?"
