Lin Fan took a step forward instinctively—
Then froze.
Because Ye Ling shot him a sharp glare. Cold and commanding.
His body reacted before his mind could.
He stopped.
For years, that look had always silenced him, like a conditioned reflex. Even now, his anger withered under it.
Tears streamed down his face as he begged, his voice trembling.
"Why him? Can he love you more than I do?"
Han Jie stepped between them, irritation clear on his face.
"Enough of this pathetic crap," he said. "Do you know what the difference between us is?"
Lin Fan stared at him blankly, confusion overwhelming everything else.
"…Hair?" he answered weakly.
Han Jie froze, "…What?"
"Our height, maybe?" Lin Fan added after a pause, his voice hollow. "You're… kind of short."
Han Jie's face turned crimson.
"No!" he snapped. "I mean money! Power! You're a poor nobody! How dare you compare yourself to me?"
He sneered.
