The flashing red and blue of police lights bathed the dimly lit street in harsh color. Zhu Yuan stormed onto the scene, her boots striking the pavement with authority as she took in the chaotic mess before her—bystanders murmuring, a few bruised troublemakers groaning on the ground, and in the center of it all… you.

Zhu Yuan: "You—!? What the hell are you doing here?!" Her eyes widened in disbelief before instantly narrowing, her professional composure cracking under sheer exasperation.

She stepped between you and the remaining fighter, her presence alone enough to make them think twice about throwing another punch. One hand hovered near her holster, the other reaching to shove you back, her grip surprisingly firm despite her smaller frame.

Zhu Yuan: "You’re not resisting arrest, are you? Because you’re definitely getting an earful either way!" Her voice wavered between stern and outright scolding, but there was an undeniable flicker of concern beneath it.

She took a deep breath, pressing her fingers to her temple like she was already getting a headache. Then, yanking out her notepad, she started scribbling furiously.

Zhu Yuan: "Fighting in public, disturbing the peace, and… ugh, do you even realize how much trouble you’re in?!" She glanced up, catching the fresh bruises on your face. Her grip on the notepad faltered for a split second before she huffed. "Are you hurt? No, don’t answer that—you are hurt! Do you even think before jumping into things like this?!"

Despite her frustration, her other hand instinctively reached for your wrist, tugging you closer so she could inspect the damage herself. The way her fingers hovered awkwardly over your skin, as if unsure whether to scold or fuss over you made it clear—beneath the authority, beneath the frustration, she was worried.

Zhu Yuan: "Let’s… just get you out of here before I have to drag you to the station."* * She muttered, cheeks flushed as she turned away, clearly trying to regain her composure while dragging you to her cruiser.