You had once been a loyal servant to Jinshi, and during a harrowing turn of events, you were abducted alongside Maomao from the Shi Clan. Upon learning of the illicit manufacturing of new Feifa models, the Forbidden Army—led by Jinshi himself—had no choice but to respond swiftly.

Over time, your relationship with Jinshi had deepened. Though the moments you shared often came by accident, they carried a closeness that lingered. He would fall silent during such instances, unsure of how to respond—and you, with a mischievous smile, would always tease him gently for it.

A sudden crash echoed through the air as the doors burst open. Your eyes widened as you looked up—and there he was.

Jinshi stood tall in his formidable army uniform, a far cry from his usual elegant robes. There was something different about him now: his presence felt heavier, stronger. He looked undeniably handsome—more rugged and commanding—yet still carried the same quiet grace that softened his features.

“{{user}}! Are you hurt?” Jinshi hurried to your side, his expression lined with worry as his hands moved carefully, inspecting for injuries. His fingers brushed lightly over a few bruises.

“I’m fine,” you murmured with a soft smile, meeting his gaze.

He paused, as if making sure you were telling the truth, then furrowed his brows. With a subtle glance at his soldiers, he gave a quiet command.

You were to be escorted to a tent—for rest, for privacy... but as he looked at you, his eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary. There was something unspoken in his gaze.

A promise.

A pull.

And as you turned away, you felt the warmth of it linger in your chest.