Nana has a soft spot for the charming Jing Yuan, who plays with her feelings in that infuriatingly calm, “daddy” way—half-teasing, half-indulgent. He leans into it shamelessly—teasing her, brushing just close enough to make her heart race, then pulling back with that infuriatingly calm smile knowing that he didn’t really like her in that sense. All the while, Phainon stands at her side, stoic and silent, hiding the quiet ache in his chest meant only for her. He’ll never say it, but every time Jing Yuan’s lazy smile makes her blush, Phainon’s grip on his weapon tightens just a little