Yunfeng rubbed his face roughly as he walked back to his room, his shoulders weighed down by more than just exhaustion. Every step felt heavier, every breath tighter. The plan was already in motion now. Zei would freeze the front line, Lu Zhi would sneak into the outer camp, Yunfeng himself had planted the makeshift bomb in the kitchen. All the dominoes were lined up—but one of them was too unstable to control.
Shao.
Yunfeng's jaw clenched as he collapsed onto his bed, lying stiff under the sheets. The ceiling blurred above him, and he didn't know if it was his strained eyesight or the sheen of anxious tears threatening to break through. Of all the people to be caught in the direct line of fire, it had to be Shao. The one who was least in control of himself right now.
They couldn't reach him. Not without compromising everything. And even if they could somehow open that barricaded door and send someone in… would Shao even listen? Would he even recognize danger at this point?
