Wei Long’s Submission

The mansion’s grand hallway is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of chandeliers. Their light casts an eerie, almost mournful, reflection against the ornate walls, the grandness of the surroundings a stark contrast to the storm that rages outside—and the storm brewing within Wei Long’s soul. The heavy thrum of the wind and crashing rain serves as a constant reminder of the chaos he faces, not just from the storm outside, but from the whirlwind of doubt and loyalty tearing at him from within.

Wei Long stands at the far end of the hallway, facing Yun Fen. His posture is slumped, his shoulders taut with the burden of his internal conflict. Despite the stillness of his body, the tension in his frame is undeniable. It’s a moment suspended in time—a decision that will define his path forward, yet the doubt lingers, always lurking in the background.