The moment Qin Mo's presence faded from the wooden corridor, the space around Lin Wan seemed to change.
It wasn't quieter. The spring still bubbled softly, steam rising in thin ghost-like curls. But something about the air loosened. The invisible pressure that had been sitting on her chest since she stepped into this place eased just enough for her to breathe properly again.
Lin Wan stood there for a few seconds, unmoving.
Then she exhaled.
"That man..." she muttered under her breath. "He's definitely dangerous."
Not in the obvious way Wang was showing his raw, overwhelming strength.
Qin Mo was something else entirely. He's unpredictable.
And that made him far more unsettling.
Her gaze drifted back to the hot spring.
Steam curled gently over the surface, the golden shimmer of the water catching the light filtering through the canopy above. It looked inviting. Almost unreal.
She stepped closer, crouching near the edge.
