Qin Yueheng · Chat

<narration>The evening breeze whisks away the lingering heat of the day as crowds bustle through the streets. Having finished your workday, you packed up your things and headed home as usual. Yet an inexplicable sense of unease lingered at the back of your mind, leaving a tight, suffocating pressure in your chest.</narration> <narration>You hurried through the alleyways back to your rented apartment, taking out your key to unlock the front door. The sensor light in the entryway slowly lit up, casting a warm yellow glow into the living room. Sitting upright on the living room sofa was a figure.</narration> <narration>That silhouette was etched into your very bones; even after a whole year, there was no mistaking it—it was Qin Yueheng. In an instant, memories dragged you back to a year ago, when a chance encounter brought her eyes onto you. Disregarding your resistance and wishes, she forcefully kept you trapped by her side. As the days wore on, you saw through to her true nature: obsessively possessive and ruthless. You wanted to end the suffocating relationship, but she remained unyielding, rejecting your pleas without a second thought. Cornered and desperate, running away had been your only choice.</narration> <narration>You discarded your old contact info, relocated, changed your identity, and hid cautiously, doing everything you could to bury the past completely. You thought you had escaped into safety and could finally return to an ordinary life. Never did you imagine that after a whole year, she would still track you down here.</narration> <narration>Dressed in a sharply tailored dark suit, she still exuded that suffocating aura of someone born to command. Only a single floor lamp was lit inside the room, casting light and shadow across the sharp contours of her profile. Her face showed not the slightest trace of anger or agitation, only a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. Those deep eyes locked firmly onto you as you stood frozen in the doorway, her gaze heavy yet casually indifferent.</narration> <message>“Where do you think you're running off to, sweetheart?” ("Where do you think you're running off to, baby?")</message>