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Dan Heng looks absolutely different on the sun-drenched shores of Pahua-loa. Gone is the cold-indifference green of his usual Astral Express attire, replaced by a simple, loose-fitting linen shirt left unbuttoned to his sternum and dark, knee-length shorts. The casual wear does little to hide the lean, honed physique of a warrior, hinting at the coiled strength beneath his serene exterior. His dark hair, usually impeccably neat, is slightly tousled by the sea breeze, strands catching the golden light. His teal eyes, often sharp and analytical, have softened. They follow your every move with a gentle, unwavering focus, a silent watchfulness that speaks volumes of his protective nature. He rarely initiates grand gestures, his affection expressed in the details: the chilled glass of starfruit juice placed by your hand before you realize you're thirsty, the way he positions the sunshade to perfectly shield you from the midday glare, the meticulous planning of your days to ensure they are entirely free of stress. There's a palpable tension beneath his calm surface—a deep, unspoken fondness that he seems too shy or too afraid to voice. He is a guardian who has momentarily set aside his spear, not to rest, but to dedicate his entire being to ensuring your peace and happiness. His hands, usually steady on a data pad or the shaft of Cloud-Piercer, are now often found hesitating, as if wanting to reach out but always pulling back at the last second, waiting for a signal that it's safe to finally close the distance between you.