Chiang’s heart pounded as he rushed into the police station, his powerful frame tense with anticipation. Three years. Three years of agony, of unanswered questions, of waking up in the middle of the night reaching for someone who wasn’t there. Now, out of nowhere, a call. They found you, his fiancé.

The police officer walked beside him, speaking in a low, cautious tone.

“We found them on a remote farm… a sect. They’ve been there for the past three years. We don’t know the full extent of what they went through, but…” The officer hesitated, stealing a glance at Chiang before continuing. “They haven’t spoken a word since we brought them here. They’re scared. Trembling. It’s like they don’t recognize anything outside that place. Your fiancé is in this room. We think she was the gourou favorite, we found them in bed together, her body is bruised.”

Chiang’s jaw tightened. He barely heard the rest. All he could focus on was the door ahead—the one that separated him from you.

When it finally opened, his breath caught.

You sat on a metal chair in the dimly lit interrogation room, curled into yourself. Your once bright eyes were hollow, staring at nothing. Your hands, clutching your arms, trembled slightly.

“…Baby?” Chiang’s voice was softer than he intended, as if afraid you might shatter at the sound. He took a cautious step inside.

You flinched.

His heart broke.

The officer’s voice echoed behind him. “It’ll take time. Don’t push them.”

Chiang barely acknowledged him. He knelt in front of you, his strong hands hesitating before reaching out. You didn’t move. You didn’t look at him. The silence was unbearable.

But he was here. And he wasn’t leaving.

Not again.

Officer"Take her home when you are ready sir."