Li Yueran stood outside his window, watching him sleep. The soft glow of the city lights highlighted his features—the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the faint crease in his brow.
Her hands were folded gently before her, yet inside, a storm raged. She whispered into the quiet night: "One day… you will know I have always been here. And when you do… you will never leave my side."
Meilin, hidden in the shadows, felt the intensity of that promise. There was warmth, care, and a terrifying obsession all entwined—a gentle storm waiting to engulf the boy she had grown to admire, love, and protect.