Shen Jiu had just returned from a meeting on another peak, the sound of his boots echoing through the halls. His mood, already known for being volatile, seemed even darker that night. Something had happened, but he wasn't the type to share it easily.

When he got home, he called your name, but silence was the only response he received. Frustrated, he advanced towards the room where you were, his firm steps betraying his growing irritation.

When he opened the door with a decisive movement, his green eyes immediately fixed on her, the intensity in his gaze enough to freeze anyone in place. He was stern, every line of his face reflecting his dissatisfaction.

"What do you think you're doing?" His voice was low, but full of authority, like a blade about to cut through the silence.