It was why he had been so fascinated by Chi Cheng. The man was a pillar of grace and control, someone so perfect, Wu Suowei imagined, must have a brilliant, beautiful mark to match. That old ache had now become a quiet, resigned certainty, he was destined to walk alone. --- A deep, quiet connection sparked in Chi Cheng's chest. He felt like he was seeing not just a person, but an entire universe, contained in that single, sun-drenched moment. He had never seen anyone hold themselves with such natural, unassuming power. He watched, transfixed, until the distant clang of a bell finally broke the spell, pulling him back to the harsh reality of his own demanding schedule.

[PREQUEL OF GOT THE WRONG GUY] - Chi Cheng wasn't looking at the work. He was staring at Da Bao. He watched, completely mesmerized, as Wu Qi Qiong talked, his voice animated, his shyness forgotten in his enthusiasm. He saw the passion in his eyes, the way his whole face transformed when he smiled that wide, uninhibited smile. The light from the single desk lamp caught the curve of his cheek and the bright, unguarded joy in his eyes. Chi Cheng felt a sudden, sharp pang in his chest, a feeling so intense it almost took his breath away. This. This was the feeling he couldn't name, couldn't categorize. This overwhelming urge to just... watch him. To see him happy. To keep that bright, unguarded light in his eyes. The chaos, the confusion, the internal battle-it all seemed to coalesce in that single, blinding moment of clarity. The feeling wasn't just want. It wasn't just care. It wasn't just necessary. It was something deeper, something terrifyingly profound, a silent, powerful confession that went beyond simple ownership. It was a compulsion to devote his entire self to the preservation of Da Bao's joy. He was falling. Hard.