The dim yellow lights of the last metro station shimmered faintly in his glasses. In Lâm Khả Vũ's palm, the gauze had been stained with a pale red — the wound had yet to heal, and a new one had already arrived.
He didn't frown. He didn't even sigh.
He merely clenched his fingers.
"A person like you… how can you stab me without even flinching?"
Since the encounter with An Thư, he had never spoken of it.
But silence, at times, is more volatile than words — like gunpowder waiting for a spark.
🕶️ Behind the scholar's facade…
To the public, he was still "the genius of Silver Tree Academy,"
"The man who wastes no words — but each syllable cuts like a knife."
But no one knew that buried beneath his calm was a shard of the past that still bled,
a shard named An Thư.
"Enough."
Standing before the mirror, Khả Vũ removed his glasses.
For the first time in years, he no longer masked his gaze — a gaze sharp as blades, cold as steel, and painfully lucid.
"Next time… I won't hold back."
🧩 The puzzle takes shape…
At a small cafe tucked in the West District, Triệu Lăng slid a file across the table.
"An Thư is more than just An Thư. She's entangled with a shadow-level counterintelligence unit — the kind we don't even dare to name out loud."
Khả Vũ flipped through the pages casually.
The contents didn't surprise him.
But one photo made his eyes darken.
A blurry shot — An Thư standing beside a fractured blue rose insignia.
The Blue Rose Code — a secret he once believed only he carried — was either leaking… or being used.
☁️ End of Chapter…
A message popped up on his encrypted phone.
"Let's meet again. At the place where we first lied to each other."
No name.
No icon.
Only a chill running down his spine.
Lâm Khả Vũ looked up, eyes distant.
"If that's your invitation, An Thư… I'll come. But I won't be empty-handed this time."