Moonlighting

Li Na stood suspended, her limbs stout as though the force of the moment had tethered her to the floor. The sound of the phone and glass shattering near her feet barely registered in her ears. All she could hear was the thunderous, erratic pounding of her heart, each beat echoing louder and louder in her ears. Her stunned eyes instantly clashed with his dismally frozen ones.

Both hadn't anticipated to see the other one here— of all people. The sight of Lu Jianjun, standing there as composed and unreadable as ever, sent a shockwave through her system. It was a moment she hadn't prepared for, but was somewhat deep inside she felt uncountable joyous one she couldn't have imagined in her wildest thoughts. But then the initial shock quickly gave way to anger—a sharp, searing fury directed not at Lu Jianjun, but at the one who had led her into this trap.