Xuan Han never expected everyone to turn against Ling Yue in the blink of an eye. He truly did not. And the crazy part is that if he had not seen it himself, right there with his own eyes, he probably would have believed every single lie they threw out without even blinking.
Every nerve in his body screamed, loud and sharp and desperate, begging him to rip off the disguise of Han Junhui and show them the truth, but he could not do it. Not yet. Not when revealing it would not save Ling Yue. It would destroy him. It would make them hunt him harder. Tear him apart faster.
The thought alone made Xuan Han feel sick in a way he did not want to think about too deeply.
He hated what they were doing to Ling Yue. Hated how easily they pushed him around. Hated the helplessness burning in his chest when he saw Ling Yue hit the ground and called names like he was nothing.
