Yan Ze stood beside the bed, his gaze resting quietly on the woman lying there.
She was clearly in pain. Her body was wrapped in layers of bandages, machines humming softly beside her, every shallow breath a reminder of how badly injured she was. And yet, what caught his attention was not her wounds.
It was her face.
Her expressions kept changing every few seconds. Worry surfaced, then frustration, then guilt, then something close to fear—but none of it seemed to be for herself. It was as if her own pain did not matter at all.
Her thoughts were somewhere else. With someone else.
Yan Ze studied her for a long moment. Then, without warning, he lifted the gun away from her body and lowered his hand. "What's your name?" he asked calmly.
Yun Si felt her chest loosen slightly when the pressure disappeared. She swallowed and answered honestly. "Yun Si."
