"Don't move."
Zhang Weiyu's voice cut through the room low, sharp, and carrying a restraint that felt thinner than usual, like something just beneath the surface was ready to snap. The command didn't echo, yet it seemed to settle into every corner, pressing the air into stillness. Silence followed immediately, heavy and absolute.
Zhou Yiran didn't turn. She didn't struggle, didn't react the way anyone in her position should have. There was no visible tension in her posture, no urgency in her breathing. Instead, after a brief pause, she spoke as if responding to something trivial rather than a situation that could turn dangerous at any moment.
"…Okay, so you two knew each other right? " she said.
The word landed lightly, almost carelessly. A small pause followed before she added, "…I'm not interested in your conversation. you two continue." Her voice softened slightly, as if the thought had only just occurred to her. "…I'm sleepy."
The words felt entirely out of place.
Zhang Weiyu's grip on the gun tightened just enough to be noticeable. His gaze flickered over her, sharp and assessing, before his expression hardened.
"This isn't a joke," he said.
"I know."
"Then stop acting like it is."
"I'm not," Zhou Yiran replied calmly, her tone steady, unaffected. "I'm just not interested." She let the words settle for a second before adding, almost dismissively, "…in whatever this is."
Silence stretched between them, thin but unbroken. Then she spoke again, finally turning her head just slightly not toward the unseen figure behind her, but toward Zhang Weiyu. "…I don't want to be part of your entertainment. So… carry on."
Zhang Weiyu stared at her, his eyes narrowing just a fraction.
"You're leaving?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"…Do you want me to stay?" she asked, her tone neutral.
There was a pause.
"…No."
"…Then I'm leaving."
It was simple. Too simple for the tension coiled tightly in the room. She didn't wait for permission, didn't look for agreement, didn't even check if the presence behind her would stop her again. She just moved. And this time, the hand that had held her wrist earlier didn't restrain her. The grip had already loosened, released without resistance.
Zhang Weiyu noticed.
His gaze flickered briefly toward her wrist, then shifted back into the darkness behind her. But he didn't speak. Didn't stop her. Didn't call her name. He simply stood there, unmoving, as Zhou Yiran walked past him.
She paused for half a second at the doorway, her figure framed by the faint light spilling in from the corridor.
"…Try not to kill each other," she muttered.
A brief pause.
"…It's loud." And then she left.
Her footsteps faded down the corridor, soft and unhurried, as if nothing about what had just happened held any real weight for her. Zhang Weiyu didn't follow. He didn't even turn his head, though his gaze shifted slightly toward the now-empty doorway, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.
One second passed.
Then... "…You're just letting her go like that?" the voice from the darkness asked, edged with faint disbelief. Zhang Weiyu didn't look back.
"She does whatever she wants."
A quiet pause followed, then a soft, almost amused exhale. "…And you let her?"
"I don't care," Zhang Weiyu replied flatly. "…unless it matters to me."
Silence stretched for a fraction longer before the voice spoke again, a hint of something sharper beneath it. "…You're really good at this."
A beat. "…Business, I mean."
Zhang Weiyu's gaze hardened slightly.
"…Business?" he repeated.
A faint pause.
"…You can call it that."
The air shifted, tension settling back in
just as another voice tried to break through it.
"…Sir..."
"Leave."
Xu Shen stopped mid-step, the words cutting him off instantly.
"…But.."
"I said leave."
The tone wasn't raised. It didn't need to be.
Xu Shen went silent. A brief pause followed as his eyes flicked once toward the darkness inside the room, then back to Zhang Weiyu. Whatever he had intended to say disappeared before it could take shape.
"…Understood."
There was no argument, no hesitation. He stepped back, then turned and left. The sound of his footsteps faded quickly, swallowed by the quiet of the corridor.
And just like that, the room was empty
except for two.
Silence settled again, heavier this time, more deliberate. Zhang Weiyu lowered the gun slowly not completely, just enough to signal a shift without relinquishing control.
"You have five seconds," he said. "…Start talking."
A faint chuckle came from the darkness, low and unhurried. "…Still impatient."
"Four."
"You didn't change much."
"Three."
A pause. "…Fine."
The figure shifted slightly but didn't step into the light, remaining half-hidden as if the darkness itself was deliberate.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Weiyu asked. There was no greeting, no pretense, just a direct question sharpened by underlying tension.
A pause. "…That's not your business."
Zhang Weiyu's eyes narrowed.
"It became my business the moment you stepped into my house."
"…Did it?"
"Yes."
"…I don't think so."
"You don't get to decide that."
"…And you do?"
"…Yes."
Silence lingered for a moment before the voice spoke again.
"…You're as unreasonable as ever."
"And you're as careless as ever," Zhang Weiyu replied coldly. "Sneaking in at night. Grabbing people. Talking nonsense." His gaze remained fixed, unwavering. "…What exactly were you trying to do?"
"…Nothing that concerns you."
"Everything here concerns me."
"…You're overestimating your importance."
"And you're underestimating the situation."
Another pause followed, the tension in the room tightening subtly.
"…Stay out of this," the voice said, quieter now but firmer, the warning clear.
Zhang Weiyu didn't react immediately. Then his voice dropped, colder and sharper than before. "Of course it concerns me." A brief pause. "…It's related to my wife."
Silence.
Then a soft, almost amused sound broke through it. "…Wife?" the voice echoed. "…Really?"
Zhang Weiyu didn't blink. "Yes."
"…You think she sees it that way?"
A beat.
"…Does she even remember that you are his husband?"
The words lingered, heavier than anything said before. Zhang Weiyu's expression didn't change.
"I don't care."
"…You should."
"I don't."
"…That's your problem."
"No," Zhang Weiyu said quietly. "That's yours."
A pause followed.
" Now..." he added, his tone leaving no room for misinterpretation, "you leave."
Silence stretched again.
"…You're ordering me?"
"Yes."
"…And if I don't?"
Zhang Weiyu's gaze sharpened, something colder settling behind it.
"Then I make you."
A beat. "…You're confident."
"I don't repeat myself."
"…Still the same."
"Leave," Zhang Weiyu said again, the anger beneath his calm no longer entirely concealed.
The silence that followed was heavier than before.
Then. "…What if I come back?" the voice asked, the challenge quiet but unmistakable.
Zhang Weiyu didn't answer immediately. He simply stared into the darkness, unmoving, unblinking, as if measuring something unseen.
Then... "Try."
A pause. "…And you'll regret it."
Silence pressed in once more before a soft exhale broke through. "…We'll see."
The presence in the room shifted, subtle but undeniable, moving toward the back. There was a faint sound a door, one that shouldn't have been there, opening into darkness.
"This isn't over," the voice said.
"It is for tonight," Zhang Weiyu replied.
"…We'll see about that."
And then he was gone.
The room fell completely silent. Zhang Weiyu didn't move for a few seconds. Then he lowered the gun fully, his gaze lingering on the space where the figure had stood.
"…Trouble," he muttered.
A brief pause. "…Unnecessary trouble."
He exhaled slowly before turning and walking out.
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Zhou Yiran's footsteps slowed as she moved down the corridor, the quiet stretching around her. The tension from moments ago had already begun to settle into something more distant, though not entirely gone.
"…What even was that?" she murmured under her breath.
She frowned slightly, her thoughts catching up now that the situation was no longer directly in front of her.
"…No, seriously… who was that?"
She continued walking, her expression shifting between mild confusion and quiet annoyance.
"…And how does he know Zhang Weiyu?"
A beat.
"…And why does Zhang Weiyu know him?"
Her arms folded loosely as she exhaled.
"…And why do they both sound like they've known each other for years?"
Silence answered her.
"…Great," she muttered. "Another mystery."
She sighed, the sound soft but tired.
"…And of course no one explains anything."
A pause.
"…'Stay out of this.'"
She mimicked the tone lightly, unimpressed.
"…I would love to. Unfortunately, 'this' keeps finding me."
Her steps slowed again as her thoughts shifted.
"…And what did he mean by..."
She stopped mid-thought, her expression tightening slightly.
"…'You didn't come back alone.'"
Silence followed. "…What does that even mean?"
A pause. "…I'm not alone."
Another pause. "…what heck is going ?"
She frowned faintly before exhaling.
"…Okay… that sounded less convincing than I expected."
She shook her head. "…Maybe I'm overthinking."
A beat. "…Or maybe I'm not thinking enough."
Another pause. "…No. Definitely overthinking."
Her shoulders relaxed slightly.
"…I should be more concerned," she murmured.
A pause. "…But I'm not in State of think about this now... I'm… tired."
Her voice softened at the end, the exhaustion finally settling in fully.She reached her door and stopped, staring at it for a moment.
"…Tomorrow," she said quietly.
A brief pause. "…I'll think about it tomorrow."
She opened the door, stepped inside, and didn't bother turning on the light. The darkness didn't bother her. She moved forward without hesitation, sat on the bed, and then let herself fall back.
"…Whatever," she whispered.
And just like that she fell asleep.
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Zhang Weiyu stepped into the corridor, the silence returning as if nothing had happened. But he didn't slow down. His steps were steady, deliberate, leading him directly to her room. He stopped at the door and Paused to see her then he opened it quietly.
The room was dark, still, undisturbed.
His gaze found her immediately. Zhou Yiran was already asleep, her breathing steady, her expression calm, untouched by everything that had just unfolded.
Zhang Weiyu stood there and watching her sleep. A second passed. Then another.
He didn't move. Didn't speak.
He just stayed there and watched.
"…You really can sleep anywhere," he muttered quietly.
"…Even after something like that."
Silence.
"She looks normal when she doesn't speak" then added " It would be great if she stay like this "
His gaze lingered longer than it should have, drawn by something he didn't immediately acknowledge.Then he stilled slightly, as if realizing it.
"…What are you doing?" he murmured under his breath.
A pause. "…Why are you still standing here?"
No answer came.
He exhaled quietly. "…This is pointless."
Another second passed.
Then. "…Enough."
He turned and walked toward the door. He stopped once, without looking back.
"…Sleep," he said quietly.
"…While you can."
Then he left, closing the door behind him.
The corridor fell silent once more. Zhang Weiyu didn't stop as he walked to his own room. He entered, closed the door, and stood in the darkness for a moment, unmoving.
"…This isn't over," he said quietly.
A pause. "…Not even close."
Then he lay down, eyes closing.
But his mind remained wide awake.
Morning came. Zhou Yiran woke without the help of an alarm, her eyes opening slowly as if even her body wasn't fully convinced it was time to be awake. For a moment, she didn't move at all. She simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts blank, suspended in that fragile space between sleep and awareness where nothing quite made sense yet.
Then something shifted. Fragments surfaced disconnected at first. Voices. Darkness. The feeling of something cold in the air. And then
a hand gripping her wrist.
"…You didn't come back alone."
Her brows furrowed slightly.
"…Right," she murmured under her breath.
The memory settled all at once after that, clear and unavoidable.
"…That happened."
She exhaled softly and pushed herself up, the lingering heaviness of sleep still clinging to her movements as she got out of bed and made her way to the washroom. There was no urgency in anything she did, just a quiet, almost mechanical routine.
The mirror greeted her with the same familiar reflection calm, composed, unchanged.
Zhou Yiran picked up her toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto it without much thought before beginning to brush. For a few seconds, she focused only on that the small, repetitive motion, the faint mint taste, something simple enough to ground her.
Her gaze lifted met her own reflection.
And just like that everything from last night came rushing back.
Zhang Weiyu's voice. The unknown figure hidden in the shadows. The way they spoke to each other not like strangers, not even like enemies, but like something in between. Like history. Like something unfinished.
Her brushing slowed.
"…Who was that?" she murmured faintly, the words slightly muffled..Her eyes narrowed just a little as she continued staring at herself in the mirror.
"…And why did it feel like I was the only one who didn't know what was going on?"
A pause followed. "…That's annoying."
She rinsed her mouth and set the toothbrush aside, resting her hands lightly against the edge of the sink. Her expression shifted not dramatically, just enough to show that her thoughts had deepened.
"…'You didn't come back alone.'"
The words echoed again in her mind, clearer this time..Her fingers tightened slightly against the sink. "…What does that even mean?" Silence answered her.
Then another thought surfaced, quieter, heavier. "…Is this… related to my death?"
The question lingered in the air, uncomfortable in a way she couldn't quite explain. Zhou Yiran stared at her reflection for a few seconds longer, searching for something anything that might give her an answer. Nothing changed.
And yet. "…Something's off," she muttered.
A brief pause passed before she straightened slightly, exhaling once as if deliberately pushing the thought aside.
"…Fine." Her tone shifted, lighter but intentional.
"…I'll figure it out."
Another small pause. "…Soon."
With that, she turned away from the mirror, ending the moment before it could pull her any deeper.
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By the time she reached the living room, she looked completely normal again composed, calm, as if none of those thoughts had followed her out of the washroom.
The table was already set, just like always. Breakfast was laid out neatly, everything in its place but something felt… different.
Zhou Yiran slowed slightly, her gaze moving across the room. "…Where is he?" she murmured under her breath.
Her brows knit faintly. "…He's usually here already."
Her eyes shifted toward the empty seat.
"…Did something happen last night?"
A pause. "…Or is this normal and I just didn't notice before?"
She stood there for a moment, her thoughts circling quietly.
"…No," she muttered. "This feels… off."
She heard faint sound footsteps from behind her. Zhou Yiran turned. Then she saw zhang Weiyu walked in as if nothing had happened, his expression calm and unreadable, as though the tension of the previous night had never existed at all. He stopped when he noticed her looking at him.
"…What?" he asked.
A small pause. "…What happened?"
Zhou Yiran blinked once.
"…Nothing."
The answer came too quickly. She turned away slightly, brushing it off as if it didn't matter. "…You were just staring," Zhang Weiyu said.
"…Was I?"
"Yes."
"…Must be something wrong with my eyes then," she replied lightly, her tone casual.
A beat passed. "…Or maybe I was just thinking something stupid."
Outwardly, she looked unaffected.
But inside .. "…Okay, that sounded suspicious," she thought. "…Why did I say that?"
She sat down. "…Smooth," she added silently. "…Very smooth."
Zhang Weiyu didn't comment further. He simply took his seat across from her, his expression unchanged. A moment later, the maid entered, carrying breakfast. Plates were set down one by one, filling the table quickly.
Zhou Yiran glanced at it.
"…That's a lot."
Bread. Butter. Milk. Honey.
She reached slightly toward the tray, about to speak.
"…I'm..."
"She's allergic to honey."
Zhang Weiyu's voice cut in smoothly before she could finish. Zhou Yiran froze her hand paused mid-air.
Slowly, she turned her head to look at him.
"…What?"
The maid stopped as well, immediately pulling the honey back.
"Apologies, Miss. I'll bring something else."
Zhou Yiran didn't respond right away. Her gaze remained fixed on Zhang Weiyu.
"…How do you know that?" she asked.
Her tone was calm but there was something beneath it now. Something sharper. More attentive.
Zhang Weiyu didn't look up immediately.
"…A guess," he said.
"…A guess?" she repeated.
"Yes."
A pause. "…You don't look like someone who likes overly sweet things."
Zhou Yiran blinked. "…That's your reasoning?"
"Yes."
Silence lingered between them.
She stared at him for another second.
Then. "…That's a weirdly specific guess," she said.
"…It worked."
"…That's not the point."
Another pause. "…You're right though," she admitted slowly. "…I am allergic."
A beat. "…But I don't remember telling you that."
Zhang Weiyu finally looked at her.
"…You didn't."
"…Then how..."
"I guessed."
Silence. Zhou Yiran leaned back slightly, her eyes not leaving him.
"…That doesn't feel like a guess," she thought.
A pause. "…That feels like you knew."
Something in her chest tightened faintly.
"…How can he be so sure?"
Another thought followed immediately.
"…And why does this feel… wrong?"
The maid returned, placing a different dish in front of her. Zhou Yiran glanced down at it briefly, then back at Zhang Weiyu.
"…You're strange," she said casually.
"…So are you."
"…Fair."
She picked up her utensils. "…Still," she thought quietly, "…this isn't normal."
They began eating.
And once again, silence settled between them.
They ate in silence for a while, not tense just oddly normal.
Zhou Yiran picked at her food and glanced at him. "You eat the same thing every morning?" she asked. "Mostly," Zhang Weiyu replied. "That's boring." "It's efficient." She gave a small nod. "That's even more boring." He paused. "You talk a lot in the morning."
"I'm being polite." "By criticizing breakfast?" "By keeping the conversation alive." Another pause. "You're not very good at it." Zhou Yiran narrowed her eyes. "And you're not helping." "I'm eating." "Exactly."
For a moment, it felt almost normal.
Then hurried footsteps broke the rhythm.
Zhang Weiyu's hand stilled before he looked up. Zhou Yiran turned as Xu Shen appeared, slightly out of breath, his usual calm gone.
"Sir.." he started. "What happened?" Zhang Weiyu asked immediately. Xu Shen didn't answer right away his eyes shifted toward Zhou Yiran for a brief second.
Zhang Weiyu noticed.
A small pause passed before he set his utensils down. "Come to the study room." he said calmly, already standing. Xu Shen nodded and followed without another word.
They left just like that.
Zhou Yiran stayed where she was, staring at the space they'd just disappeared into. "…What was that?" she muttered, lightly frowning. She leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers against the table. "…He just left." A small pause. "…Didn't even say anything."
Her gaze shifted toward the corridor again.
"…And Xu Shen looked at me first."
That part didn't sit right.
She exhaled softly, looking down at her plate before losing her appetite completely.
"…Something's definitely going on," she thought.
But whatever it was she clearly wasn't supposed to know.