Chapter 67 - Chapter 67

Zi Han stepped out onto the terrace, the noise of the banquet dulling instantly behind her as the glass doors slid shut. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and distant city lights, and she drew in a slow breath as though trying to steady something unsettled within her. The argument still lingered in her mind, sharp and unresolved, and it frustrated her that this was not the first time things had spiraled this way. Somehow, every clash between them circled back to Shi Xian, as though his very presence had become a fault line neither she nor Ming Ye knew how to cross without breaking something.