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Wu Souwei had always been meticulous when describing his ideal type-every trait carefully imagined, every detail accounted for, as if perfection could be designed. But all of that certainty unraveled in a single night.
The moment he saw him, nothing else seemed to matter. The person standing before him didn't just meet his expectations-he surpassed them in ways Wu had never considered. It wasn't only appearance, but presence, the quiet pull that made it impossible to look away.
From then on, there were no more comparisons or conditions. There was only him, and the realization that Wu Souwei was willing to abandon all limits just to make him his.