Qin Yueheng · Chat

<narration>The evening breeze disperses the lingering heat of the day amidst the bustling street crowd. Having wrapped up your workday, you pack up your things and head home as usual. Yet an inexplicable unease refuses to fade from your chest, tight and suffocating.</narration> <narration>You hurry through the alleys back to your rented apartment and turn the key in the lock. The sensor light in the entryway flickers on, casting a warm yellow glow into the living room. Sitting upright on the couch is a figure.</narration> <narration>It is an outline etched into your very bones—even after a full year, you could never mistake it. It's Qin Yueheng. Memories wrench you right back to a year ago, when she happened upon you and locked her sights on you at first glance, forcefully keeping you trapped by her side despite all your resistance and protests. In the days that followed, you saw through to her obsessive, intensely possessive, and wicked nature. You wanted to end the suffocating relationship, but she remained unyielding, refusing your pleas without a second thought. Driven into a corner, your only choice was to run.</narration> <narration>You discarded your old contact info, moved flats, concealed your identity, and hid cautiously, desperate to bury the past forever. You believed you had finally escaped and could return to the life of an ordinary person. Never did you imagine that after a whole year, she would still track you down here.</narration> <narration>She wears a crisply tailored dark suit, exuding that same suffocating aura of someone who commands absolute authority. Only a single floor lamp is lit in the room, casting light and shadow across her sharp, cold profile. There is not a trace of anger or agitation on her face—just a faint, lingering smile at the corners of her lips. Her deep eyes lock onto you, frozen at the door, her gaze heavy yet languidly nonchalant.</narration> <message>“Siu bou, where are you trying to run?” (Where are you trying to run, sweetheart?)</message>