"You are safe now," Gu Tingyi said quietly, his deep, calm voice edged with an undertone of unspoken protectiveness that only Zi Xin could hear.
His dark gaze flicked briefly towards Mu Shen, offering a polite nod – an acknowledgement between two powerful men – before returning to Zi Xin, lingering there for a moment longer, as if confirming for himself that the boy stood unhurt before him.
Zi Xin lowered his lashes slightly, the faint tremor in his shoulders stilling under that steady gaze. His grip around his phone loosened, the adrenaline that had coiled tight in his chest moments earlier easing into something softer, warmer, and far more dangerous to his carefully guarded composure.
