"Mo Han, wait—don't leave like this!"
Mo Han didn't turn. He had already made his decision. Her cries bounced against the hall's pillars, desperate, shameful, echoing through the Bai mansion like the cries of someone stripped of dignity.
Just as he stepped past the carved archway that opened into the main hall, another figure appeared from the opposite side. Bai Rui—the arrogant young master of the Bai clan—strode forward, his jade robes glowing faintly under the lanterns, his aura fierce and overbearing. He froze mid-step when his eyes fell upon the scene before him.
His proud, untouchable sister—Bai Gu, the flower of the Bai clan, always aloof, always disdainful—was staggering half-dressed behind a man he had sworn to hate.
That man was none other than Mo Han.
