Feng Tian did not rush.
Even as Tian Renfeng's figure disappeared beyond the doorway, her steps remained steady, deliberate—controlled in a way that betrayed nothing. Yet beneath that composure, something quieter stirred. A thin thread of unease coiled in her chest.
She could face him now only because the odds were not in her favor. The chances of persuading him were slim to none, and that certainty gave her a strange kind of courage. After all, what was there to lose?
Still… Tian Renfeng was not a man one could predict. Unstable was putting it lightly.
Feng Tian exhaled inwardly, steadying herself. Retreat had never been her style, and tonight would not be the exception.
The corridor outside was hushed, the dim lighting stretching shadows along the walls. The lively noise from the dining hall had faded into a distant murmur, as though it belonged to another world entirely.
She found him standing by the open balcony.
