The gates of Capital University felt strangely small as Mo Chou stepped through them. Only forty-eight hours ago, she had been navigating the collapsing Phoenix Mall with someone who was supposed to be a literal ghost.
Now, the weight on her shoulders wasn't a bulletproof vest or a disguise, but a backpack filled with textbooks for class and a half-eaten bag of Mochi donuts.
The air on campus was thick with a different kind of tension—one fueled by social status and whispered secrets.
"You're walking like you're expecting someone to jump you," a smooth, low voice murmured beside her.
Mo Chou didn't turn her head. Lu Jinhai was walking half a step behind her, a position that looked casual to a passing student but was actually calculated to shield her blind spots.
He looked every bit the refined, scholarly heir in a knitted sweater, but the "Evan" who had dismantled the Lu Group's empire over breakfast was still visible in the way his eyes never stopped scanning the rooftops.
