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"Boss, Huo Yuwei has been called back home by the Huo Family..."
"Impossible! How could the Huo Family possibly call Huo Yuwei back... Hurry, find out who took Huo Yuwei."
Director Cai, although puzzled by the boss's statement about the Huo Family calling Huo Yuwei back, quickly brushed it aside and immediately set out to investigate Huo Yuwei's whereabouts.
...
"Boss, Huo Yuwei was taken away by Sister Huo."
"This is bad!"
...
Huo Family.
"What? Yuwei was taken by Sui Xin?" The old man's expression darkened, his drooping eyelids obscuring his emotions, but the displeasure radiating from him was palpable. "Send someone to find her and bring her back," he said, lightly moving his hand that gripped the cane. He raised his head, and a fleeting coldness flashed in his spirited eyes. "Directly send Yuwei to Shanda Corporation; they will know what to do."
"Understood."
...
In the game, there were three minutes left until the System maintenance, and most players had returned to the Safe Zone, preparing to log off.
At the Loulan Ancient City Ruins, Yan Yan and Qin Huai were still facing off against the Ghost King.
Suddenly, the Ghost King retreated several dozen yards!
"Bang!"
A large pit suddenly erupted where the Demon King had just stood, and as the swirling yellow sand settled, a red figure appeared in the line of sight of the two.
The Assassin's face was pale, blood staining the corner of her mouth, and she flew toward them, exuding an aura of deadly intent.
When Qin Huai's gaze met the Assassin's, his heart skipped a beat. The words of Qin Ming echoed in his mind—could this be...
He took a step forward, wanting to see her face more clearly. Suddenly, a slender, pale hand grasped his arm. He turned his head in surprise, unable to believe that the girl wasn’t curious about the relationship between this NPC and Huo Suixin. The girl’s obscure gaze occupied all of his thoughts. The doubts he had harbored about her, even the vague suspicions, surged to the forefront of his mind at that moment. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He didn’t want to force her into anything she didn’t want; he couldn’t bear to see even a hint of distress on her face. All he wished was for her to live freely and joyfully like Huo Suixin and other women.
“Log off; time’s up,” her voice remained calm, but he could clearly see the struggle and darkness in her eyes.
“Alright, logging off.”
...
Arriving at the Safe Zone, they successfully logged off in the last second of the countdown.
Removing his helmet, he stared blankly at the white ceiling for a long time. The look she gave him before logging off—the familiar gaze he could never forget from their first meeting—was so tranquil, as if she had witnessed all the blooms and withers of the world and tasted all the ups and downs of life. She was utterly silent now, unable to stir even a hint of vitality.
Between them, perhaps it was just one sentence that was missing—he understood her feelings; she did not express hers. Yet he knew she cared for him; otherwise, why would she have appeared before him after slaughtering Qin Yao? Why would she silently use Misinformation's power to help him while clearing out Shadow Alliance? Even just moments ago in battle, she sensed something was off with him and chose to abandon the opportunity to take down three Elite Bosses to rush to his side...
“Heh heh...”
He raised a hand to cover his overly bright smile. A low chuckle escaped from his crimson lips. What was there to be conflicted about? He liked her—that was simple enough. After waiting for so long, did a little more time really matter? Regardless of whether she cared or not, he didn’t mind anymore because he might truly like her... like her enough that it didn’t matter what kind of person she was—whether ruthless or deep-minded or shrouded in secrets—in his eyes, she was simply adorable. Adorable enough that all he wanted was to cherish her, to spare her from sorrow, worry, loneliness, and anxiety.
“Knock knock...”
The door was knocked upon.
He snapped back to reality, mistaking it for a knife, and resumed his usual nonchalant demeanor. Lazily, he opened the door, only to be met by someone outside who made his eyes widen in surprise.
“Yan Yan…”
He unconsciously whispered the girl’s name, standing there at the door, momentarily at a loss for words.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Yan Yan tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her pale face as she watched the usually carefree person suddenly become so flustered. It was worth the surprise attack.
“Ah… come in!”
Qin Huai felt his ears heat up slightly and awkwardly scratched his head. He shoved one hand into his pocket and led the girl toward the living room.
Yan Yan surveyed the apartment. It was laid out exactly like hers, though the decor was different—still in black and gray Style, reminiscent of how it had looked back in E Zone. Her gaze landed on a black bookshelf…
She stepped closer, pulled out a book she had flipped through back then, turned around, and looked at the person who had slumped back onto the couch, now back to his usual self. Raising the book in her hand, she said, “Can I borrow this for a bit?”
“Um… sure,” Qin Huai nodded, his head hanging low enough that his expression was obscured.
“Well then, I’ll be off.”
“Ah?” The boy was taken aback. Leave? “Wait… I—” He anxiously ran a hand through his hair, stood up, and with his long legs took strides toward the girl in front of the bookshelf. He hurriedly said, “I thought you were here to answer my question from before.”
His intense gaze locked onto Yan Yan, unwavering.
“I…”
The girl parted her red lips to speak but had just begun to utter a word when suddenly, he raised an arm and leaned against the bookshelf behind her. His tall frame bent down closer to her ear as he whispered softly, “You know I only accept affirmative answers—”
“Puff……”
The girl's sudden laughter interrupted his prepared speech, and he felt no annoyance at all; his heart was filled only with her rare, bright smile. Her long, butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered continuously, shedding a sense of joy, while her arched brows and eyes were painted with ease. Her fair face captivated all of his Mind…
The two were very close…
He could even smell the unique, refreshing fragrance that surrounded her, just as he had remembered from their first meeting. It was like a glass of wine—neither strong nor spicy, yet beneath its coolness lay a sweetness that was unparalleled, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
“Rascal, you seem quite skilled at this wall-slamming flirtation,” the girl teased lightly, pulling him back to reality.
“Skilled, hmm?” The corners of his mouth lifted higher. “Where else have you seen me do this? Clearly, I only do it for you.” The focused and passionate gaze from the man made Yan Yan feel a bit overwhelmed. She instinctively tilted her head away, letting her butterfly-like eyelashes fall, and said, “I have something to discuss with you.”
“Sure,” noticing the fluctuation in her tone, Qin Huai withdrew his arms, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and slowly moved toward the sofa.
**S Institute**.
“Professor Ji, the vital signs of Strict Language have dropped significantly!”
“What!”
The tall figure in the white coat immediately set down the Light Screen in hand and hurried to the Healing Chamber where Strict Language lay. His stern face was Expressionless, but there was an unrecognized panic in his eyes. “Notify her family.”
“Yes.”
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