Shen Zihao's expression shifted almost immediately.
It wasn't the usual fracture of composure turning into controlled rage, because Guiying had seen that version of him before, and it always came with structure and predictability, something the mind could still map and survive.
This was not that.
Something behind his face cracked in a way that refused order, and when his mouth opened, what came out did not carry control or restraint, only force that felt dragged out of him rather than spoken.
"This isn't even about you." His voice rose too quickly, breaking upward under strain rather than emotion, sharp and unsteady under pressure. "I didn't come here for you…"
He grabbed Guiying.
Both hands locked around his arms, fingers biting into muscle with immediate force that pinned him in place and made his breath catch sharply as pain flared through his shoulders and locked his body still.
Shen Zihao pulled him forward until there was no space left between them.
"Give him back."
