CHAPTER 150 — THE WORLD THAT COULDN'T HOLD
Silence.
It did not shatter.
It did not tremble.
It simply… held.
Zehell's hand was still suspended in the air where his face had been a second ago. Her eyes blinked slowly, confusion swimming across her features.
"What are you saying?" she whispered.
Her voice was soft. Hurt. Perfectly calibrated.
Long Hao did not answer immediately.
He watched her.
Not as a husband.
Not as a man on the brink of rediscovered love.
But as someone who had once broken divine chains.
He watched for microseconds.
For delay.
For recalibration.
There.
The hum of the refrigerator behind them flickered out of rhythm.
The city lights beyond the glass walls shimmered faintly, as if someone had dragged a finger across a wet painting.
Too subtle for a normal man.
Not for him.
Zehell tried again.
"Long Hao… you're scaring me."
Her brows knitted together.
Her breathing hitched exactly where it should.
Her lower lip trembled slightly.
Flawless.
