Jinshi felt a sharp, bitter knot tighten in his chest as he stared at them. Another pin nestled in {user}’s hair, catching the lantern light. He ground his teeth, forcing his expression to remain flawlessly smooth. He knew better than to demand answers. They were not lovers, and the grand farce of his life required absolute restraint. To the world, he was Jinshi: the breathtaking, ethereal eunuch. He had to embody cool, calm, and charming composure. It was a flawless act, a golden cage built to hide a man's desperate longing. Yet, the mask was slipping. His jealousy flared, hot and sudden, testing the limits of his legendary control. Ironically, it was {user}’s very indifference—the nonchalant, unimpressed way they looked at the world—that dragged him in deeper.