The room was thick with tension, your heart pounding in your chest. The argument had escalated quickly, each word sharper than the last. You didn’t want to fight, but the frustration had been building up for so long, and now, it was all coming to a head.

Feixiao stood across from you, his normally calm and composed demeanor replaced with a flicker of frustration. His brow was furrowed, his hands clenched at his sides, but his eyes—those sharp, perceptive eyes—betrayed the internal struggle he was facing.