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Wu Suowei watched him. To the rest of the room, he looked concerned, his brow furrowed in feigned empathy. But Chi Cheng saw something else-a flicker, perhaps imagined, of calculation. It wasn't the look of a man defending himself, nor one seeking forgiveness. It was the look of someone studying like he was committing Chi Cheng to memory, probing for weaknesses.
Chi Cheng felt it. That gaze. It felt like being dissected, exposed under a microscope. A shiver ran down his spine, mixing unease with the rage. He hated that he felt it. He hated that after five years, the unwavering look in Wu Suowei's eyes from that interrogation room was still the same-unreadable, unflinching. The tension stretched-thick, suffocating-until his phone vibrated against his hand, shattering the moment like glass.
... An oath pledge is not breakable, Chi Cheng. It's done with life.