Lin Yuan's Resolve

Kim Taeyeon lay prone on the cold ground, her slender fingers digging deeply into the floor.

She stared fixedly at Lin Yuan in the distance, cold sweat covering her forehead as she screamed soundlessly inside:

Don't come over! Please, don't come over!

More than anyone, she understood how precarious her situation was—the bomb installed by that lunatic could tear her to pieces at any moment.

But even so, if Lin Yuan had to trade his life for her safety, her answer would still be an unequivocal refusal.

It was not because her love for Lin Yuan had surpassed her desire to live.

It came from one very simple realization: it was unfair.

Yes, her current predicament had indeed been caused by that blonde lunatic's twisted love for Lin Yuan.

But that debt should be laid at the lunatic's feet, not Lin Yuan's.

Lin Yuan was clearly standing safely in the distance. If he stepped into certain death to save her, that debt of gratitude would be too heavy for her to ever repay, even across countless lifetimes.

Besides.

Kim Taeyeon's gaze swept over Lin Yuan's upright figure.

How many people's hopes rested on this man's shoulders?

Every decision he made affected the fates of countless people.

"A wealthy man's son should not sit beneath a crumbling wall, much less walk straight toward one"—she understood that principle better than anyone.

She turned her neck with difficulty, catching the varied expressions of the hostages around her from the corner of her eye:

Hollywood stars like Tom Cruise were looking at Lin Yuan pleadingly, their eyes full of yearning to survive;

Meanwhile, Taylor Swift, Charlize, and the others disregarded the danger and shouted for Lin Yuan to stay away.

"Shut up, all of you!" The Blonde Woman waved the detonator hysterically, her grotesque