The moment he stopped resisting—he wouldn’t come back.The room froze.No one moved.No one breathed.Because the man standing in front of them—was no longer predictable.He Yichen stood there, completely still, his gaze shifting slowly between the guards and Fang Jia.That smile—still there.Small.Cold.Wrong.“Sir… please step back.”One of the guards spoke carefully, his voice controlled but tense.No response.Yichen didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Just watched.Like he was observing something.Not part of it.“Yichen…”Fang Jia’s voice cut through the silence.Soft.Careful.But it reached him.For a second—just a second—his eyes flickered.Then it was gone.Replaced again by that same emptiness.“Stay back,” the guard said quickly, stepping slightly in front of Fang Jia.She didn’t listen.She stepped around him.“Miss—”“I said stay back.”Her voice was low.But firm.Unshakable.The guards hesitated.Because something in her tone—left no room for argument.She walked forward
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