Yujun stood there, his gaze locked onto the deep blue eyes that seemed to hold secrets of their own. If he were capable of such things, his heart might have quickened, and a flutter of nerves might have danced in his stomach. But emotions, as elusive as they were, remained beyond his reach.
Meanwhile, Chen Wei sat back in his chair, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. His keen observation had not gone unnoticed, and a sense of satisfaction welled up within him. "Found you," he thought, his mind a repository of memories and connections that transcended the boundaries of this life.
"Zhang Haoran, why are you looking at me like that?" Chen Wei inquired, the smirk lingering at the corners of his mouth. The question was laced with a subtle challenge, a silent acknowledgment of the complex history they shared.
