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Yun Zhi Yue looked at Gang Zi with a strange expression. "If I don't say anything, will the consequences be severe if discovered?"
Gang Zi nodded seriously. "In my opinion, it would be disastrous."
Under Gang Zi's intense gaze, Yun Zhi Yue picked up her phone and found Nan Jing's number. As she pressed the call button and waited for it to connect, a small red dot appeared on her.
Gang Zi's pupils contracted as he lunged forward, tackling Yun Zhi Yue to the ground. Her phone fell to the side, still displaying the call in progress.
Before either of them could speak, a barrage of bullets whizzed through the room. The sounds of shattering glass from the television, chandelier, and vase echoed continuously. After a moment, the gunfire ceased, as if assessing their positions.
The two lay flat on the ground. Gang Zi pulled out a gun and handed it to Yun Zhi Yue while taking another for himself, keeping a vigilant eye on the window.
He glanced at the sofa nearby for cover and gave her a nod. Yun Zhi Yue responded with an affirmative gesture.
Gang Zi held up three fingers, retracting them one by one. When the last finger dropped, Yun Zhi Yue dashed out while Gang Zi fired to draw attention and provide cover.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of gunfire erupted again as police sirens began to faintly wail outside.
Gang Zi took refuge behind a nearby closet and gestured to Yun Zhi Yue, indicating that they just needed to hold out until the police arrived; then they would be safe.
When a smoke grenade was thrown into the hall, Gang Zi's expression turned grim.
Yun Zhi Yue cursed inwardly as her vision began to blur. She fell sideways, and in her last moments of clarity, she saw a pair of finely crafted leather shoes before hearing the sound of a bullet piercing flesh.
Yun Zhi Yue's heart sank—Gang Zi!
Her head throbbed painfully as she regained consciousness. Struggling to open her eyes, she pressed her hand against her forehead.
A cool hand reached over to her lips. "Take this; it's a nerve toxin that's harmful to your body. This will help alleviate it."
The familiar voice didn't surprise Yun Zhi Yue. She opened her mouth and let him place the pill inside before he helped her sit up and offered her some water.
After swallowing the pill, Yun Zhi Yue managed to turn her head and look at the man beside her—Yue Tong—who was no longer the gentle youth she remembered.
He seemed transformed, as if he had torn away a veil that concealed his true self, revealing an inner darkness. His expression was stern and unyielding, colder than during their high school days—not just indifferent but harshly aloof, viewing others as mere weeds beneath his feet.
Yue Tong, increasingly resembling the figure in her memories, leaned closer, trapping Yun Zhi Yue in the narrow space before her.
With a playful smirk, he spoke, "Do you know why Nan Jing can see that I mean something to you?"
It was that gaze—fragile and seemingly shattered by my touch—that made it hard not to feel drawn to him.
"Yun Zhi Yue, I'm genuinely curious about why you look at me like that. I don’t recall ever losing my memory; where does this story behind your eyes come from?"
Taking a deep breath, she pushed Yue Tong away with force.
With a cold glare, Yun Zhi Yue replied, "I'm only looking through you at someone else. Don't be so shameless. What do you want from me?"
Yue Tong didn’t overstep; as he settled back into his seat, the low neckline of his shirt revealed a glimpse of crimson fabric. He lounged against the chair, his gaze never leaving her.
"I already told you before, Yun Shu reported on my father's orders. I've always been aware of that."
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