Huang Yanyan's POV:
The days after the kidnapping passed in a blur, but life moved on quicker than I expected. I wasn't lying in a hospital bed or recounting my trauma in therapy. I wasn't the type to dwell on things. My life didn't stop, even after something as serious as being kidnapped. I went back to my apartment and continued as if nothing had happened. It was how I coped, how I stayed in control.
But one thing had changed — Wu Haoyu. He had always been protective, but now? He'd turned it up a notch, checking in on me constantly, showing up unannounced like my apartment had become his second home. It was as if he believed something could happen again any second, and he wasn't going to let it.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I sighed, already knowing who it was. Wu Haoyu didn't bother calling or texting anymore; he just appeared, like a shadow that refused to leave me alone. Not that I was entirely complaining. But still.
