Li Luoyang, her shoulders slumped in defeat, shook her head silently before turning and disappearing from the rooftop in a blur of white. Wang Jianhong was left alone with the echoes of her departure and the sting of rejection. He had always harbored a deep affection for Qian Guanting, his heart a constant battleground between admiration for her skills and a yearning for her companionship. Now, watching her leave, his frustration simmered.
"Qian—" he began to call out, the word hanging heavy in the suddenly oppressive air.
But before he could finish, Qian Guanting vanished, leaving him with a bitter aftertaste of a missed opportunity.
A low growl escaped his throat. "Why him?" he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the spot where Qian Guanting had disappeared. The image of Zhin, arrogant and overpowering, replayed in his mind. It was a constant thorn in his side, a reminder of the love that had seemingly bypassed him.
