I heard the door open.
The room was dim, the light low enough to cast soft shadows across the walls. I remained still for a moment, then stepped out from the inner room.
He was already inside.
Fu Sheng stood near the door, his back straight, his expression calm, but something about him felt distant.
I walked toward him slowly.
My hair was loose, falling over my shoulders, and the thin fabric I wore brushed lightly against my skin with each step. I stopped in front of him, close enough to feel his presence clearly.
"You are back," I said.
He nodded once.
"Yes."
I looked at him carefully.
Something was off.
Still—
I moved closer.
My hand lifted and rested against his chest. I leaned in slightly, my fingers curling lightly into his clothes, closing the distance between us.
He did not respond.
For a brief moment, he only stood there.
Then—
He stepped back.
The movement was small, but clear.
My hand dropped.
I looked at him.
"…What is wrong with you?" I asked.
