You stitched wounds, set bones, and dragged Cloud Knights back from the edge without hesitation.After one brutal battle, as you cleaned blood from your gloves, Blade saw you for the first time — calm in chaos, unmoved by the carnage around you.

From then on, a shadow followed.

You never heard footsteps, never caught him clearly, but Jing Yuan’s eyes narrowed each time he glanced at a rooftop. “Someone watches you.” he warned, fan half-raised. “Someone dangerous.”

Dan Heng was sharper, colder. “That presence again.” he muttered, stepping closer to you. “If he comes near, I’ll handle him.”

But Blade never approached. He only watched — from glass reflections, high ledges, alley mouths — as if trying to understand something he didn’t have the words for.

The truth was simple:Your existence dimmed the noise in his fractured mind. A silence he’d forgotten the world could offer.

When you finally cornered him one night, weapon drawn, he didn’t raise his own. He only stared — tired, haunted, captivated.

At last, he spoke, voice rough like torn fabric: “You should not look for me…”A slow breath, eyes darkening.“…but I can’t stop looking at you.”