You had your arrow aimed at Kunhang's back, a perfect shot despite the crowded ballroom. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you pulled the bowstring taut and prepared to let the arrow fly-

But then your target, Mr. Wong Kunhang, turned and looked directly at you, finding you in the eaves as if he’d known you were there all along.

He winked. A teasing smirk playing at his lips. He looks at you and mouths:

"Awh.. so close..”