For a brief moment, silence fell over their small circle, filled only by the distant echoes of security teams shifting equipment and the low hum of ventilation fans sweeping through the underground garage.
Tan Song exhaled quietly, her dark eyes narrowing as she studied Meili's tear-stained lashes. Su Ling's delicate fingers fidgeted with the hem of her cream blouse, her gentle gaze darting nervously between Meili's downcast face and Mu Shen's imposing figure. Zhei Ting stood slightly behind them, her shoulders hunched as though bracing herself against an invisible chill, eyes shadowed by unspoken memories.
