"Tsk! Tsk!"
Bai Zihan clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the air like a slap.
"Your imagination's really something else, Xinyue," he said, tone mockingly amused.
"Unfortunately… it's dead wrong."
He strolled forward lazily, hands tucked neatly behind his back like he had all the time in the world and not a single care burdening his steps.
"I'm not here to shut you up. I'm just here to see my dear cousin."
The way he said it, with mock affection dripping off every syllable, made it clear he didn't expect a warm reunion.
If anything, it sounded like he was daring her to explode, taunting her like he used to when they were children—except back then, it was teasing over pastries or training dummies.
Now? Now they stood across from each other with years of blood, betrayal, and bitterness between them.
Bai Xinyue's eyes narrowed, her expression like frost slowly forming on glass. And then, she smiled.
Not a kind smile but a bitter one.
