Alexander stepped closer.
Lilian tilted her head slightly, watching his lips, her expression open and expectant.
They were close now.
Closer than before.
Close enough that every subtle shift in expression was magnified under the unforgiving gaze of the cameras.
Alexander leaned in, his voice low—inaudible to everyone but her.
Slowly, deliberately, he mouthed the words.
Lilian's brows knit faintly as she focused, trying to piece it together.
"…You…"
She hesitated.
"…never…"
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
"…understood…"
A faint ripple passed through her expression.
"…me."
Silence.
For a split second, something unreadable crossed Lilian's face.
Then she pulled back slightly, removing one side of the headphones.
"…You never understood me?" she repeated, her tone unsure.
The host clapped instantly. "Correct!"
Applause filled the room, but it carried a different weight this time—less playful, more charged.
The comment section exploded.
