Ningyan had known this would happen. At some point, he had expected to face this version of Lan Meishan.
But never like this.
Never in a way where he would be forced to remain with him until Lan Yunlai was dead. Killed by Meishan's own hands.
His gaze remained fixed on him, disbelief still lingering in his expression.
Lan Meishan only smiled. Too easily. Too often.
It didn't belong to him.
"…Plan gone wrong, huh?" Wuhen's voice drawled from behind.
He stepped closer, resting his chin lazily against Ningyan's shoulder, red-gold eyes gleaming as he looked ahead.
"I wanted to save him," Ningyan said, his voice tightening.
Wuhen's ears perked slightly. "You did save him."
There was amusement in his tone now.
Ningyan immediately shrugged him off. Hard.
Wuhen only chuckled under his breath.
Ningyan didn't spare him another glance as he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Meishan.
He pointed directly at him.
