The car moved smoothly along the road, the low hum of the engine blending with the muted sounds of the city outside. Inside, however, the atmosphere was unusually quiet.
Zi Han sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the passing trees, but her mind was nowhere near the present. The broken ecosphere, the distorted footage, the deliberate attempt to frame her, it all replayed in fragments in her mind. Every detail felt important, like pieces of a puzzle she hadn't yet arranged.
Only after a while did something feel… off.
Too quiet.
Her brows knitted slightly as she turned her head.
Ming Ye sat beside her, leaning back against the seat, his phone in hand. A game flickered across the screen, his fingers moving lazily, almost mechanically. His dark hair had fallen into soft bangs over his forehead, casting faint shadows over his eyes.
