One side held Mu Yunchen's impeccably tailored suits. The other belonged entirely to her. They shared this room, this space, this life.
He selected a traveling bag, one he recognized from an auction event where it had sold for four hundred million. In that moment, he understood what Jin Zixuan had meant. If Zhou Yuxi loved with a frightening intensity, Mu Yunchen matched her with equal obsession. They were two halves of the same dark, consuming flame.
Su Feng and Li Meili joined him, quietly selecting clothes from the racks. Everything came in the same palette: black, charcoal, navy blue, the colors of midnight and storm clouds. They packed in silence, each lost in their own worried thoughts about the journey ahead and the man fighting for his life on the other side of the world.
