Whispers of the Captive, Shadows of the Storm

The dim light of the living room cast a warm glow over the gathering, yet the atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension. Everyone was entertained by Sian's playful quips, his serious demeanor creating an oddly charming contrast that tugged at the heartstrings of those around him. Each time he spoke, his words danced in the air, inviting smiles even in the shadow of uncertainty.

Lan Qisheng watched Sian with a mixture of admiration and longing—his little sweetheart was simply too adorable. That innocent smile and those sparkling eyes stirred something deep within him. The urge to kiss him flared, but he quickly choked it down, unwilling to scare his delicate butterfly away. Lan Qisheng understood the fragility of beauty, and he was determined to capture it, no matter how careful he would have to be.