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"I—"
Just as she was about to speak, Yan Yan's communicator suddenly blared to life, and inexplicably, she felt her heart race.
Qin Huai also noticed the sudden change in the girl's expression. His gaze shifted to her wrist, and he straightened up, suppressing his usual nonchalance. "It must be urgent."
"I originally wanted to discuss our answers and... some things you wanted to know, but right now," she glanced again at the impatiently ringing communicator, her voice heavy, "let's talk later... Hello, I am—what! Can you repeat that—" Her face drained of color, her pale lips trembled but no words came out. Her throat felt dry and painful. "I... I," she stammered but couldn't utter a single coherent sentence. The pain in her eyes made Qin Huai's heart ache.
"Yan Yan, calm down!"
The sudden low shout in her ear brought some focus back to her scattered thoughts. The girl opened and closed her mouth several times before finally managing to say, "I'll be there soon."
The moment she hung up the call and tried to step forward, her legs suddenly gave way. She stumbled, but an arm quickly steadied her. Yan Yan turned to meet the worried gaze of the other person. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, she had regained her usual composure. She was once again the resilient Yan Yan who bore everything without tears or pain.
Seeing this transformation, concern deepened in Qin Huai's eyes. He couldn't help but pull this seemingly unyielding yet fragile girl into a tight embrace. "Just now, before you arrived, I thought your life should be cherished by me, gently placed in my heart, shielding you from fear, worry, restlessness, loneliness... making you happy and laughing... from lovers to beloveds to brides until sunset red, until your hair turns white and leaves wither... until eternity."
" Qin Huai, my mind is entirely on Ayu right now. I—"
He gently covered her pale lips with his hand and whispered, "I know; I'm not in a hurry."
...
When they arrived at the S Institute, the entrance was already surrounded by the Patrol Team. Yan Yan's expression turned cold. "You should go back; there are people looking for you here."
With Qin Huai entangled in a web of complex forces behind him, how could those from Area A easily let him in or out? The crowd of over a hundred outside the research institute was all there to find him.
"Hmph..." The man let out a cold laugh. Dressed in a casual black shirt that accentuated his rebellious demeanor, he exuded an icy aura. "I want to see who here can touch me."
With that, he strode forward nonchalantly.
The moment the Patrol Team saw the figures of the Qin Family and the Local Tyrant of the Merged District, their expressions turned serious, and they raised their weapons, ready to carry out their orders.
At that moment, the door of the research institute suddenly swung open. "Stop!"
A cold voice rang out, and everyone turned to see a figure in a conspicuous white lab coat—Professor Ji.
"Professor Ji, we received orders to apprehend Qin Huai on sight—" one of the leading men said with a furrowed brow.
"No need for more. Check the new orders you just received."
"But we—"
"Captain!" The leading man was about to protest when another member of the Patrol Team suddenly changed his expression and interrupted him, leaning closer with hesitation. "Look..."
"What?!" The captain's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the new orders displayed on the Light Screen. He scrutinized the image of the imposing figure in black before him over and over again, his mind racing. When did the head of the Military Department change?!
He swallowed hard and shouted in panic, "Night Boss! We didn't know your identity. We apologize for any offense caused. We—"
"Get lost."
That single word struck like a hammer on the captain's heart. Filled with fear, he quickly retreated with his team.
Ji Bai lifted his gaze to look at Qin Huai standing at the bottom of the steps. Back then, Qin Yao had stood there as well, but unfortunately... a fool is still a fool. How could he compare to this person now? Though he stood in a lower position, his aura was not diminished in the slightest. The Qin Family had ultimately made a grave mistake...
He extended his vision to the girl approaching slowly from afar, dressed simply in a dark blue sweatshirt and loose black pants that made her appear thin and dull. Yet her straightened back exuded a sense of stubbornness. With a heavy sigh, he spoke solemnly, "Come in."
As Yan Yan looked at Strict Language, who lay oblivious in the Healing Chamber, her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by a hand, aching painfully, and it burned like a fierce fire, searing her with its intensity. Her slender fingers caressed the glass cover of the Healing Chamber, and through the thin barrier, she saw her Ayu, her sister, her only family in this world, and her sole hope for survival in this new life.
The woman lying there had a stunningly beautiful face devoid of color, her breaths shallow and nearly inaudible. Her tightly shut eyes cast long shadows beneath her lashes, and even in her unconscious state, her delicate brows were furrowed as if she were worried about someone far away...
The girl standing there had red-rimmed eyes, dry and tearless. She reached out stiffly, repeatedly touching the cold glass cover. Leaning down, she pressed her face against the chilling surface, as if she had lost her very soul.
The pain ran deep; without tears, she felt heartless.
“Ayu... are you really going to leave me all alone? ... Do you see them? Yan Siming, Liu Yufeng, Yan Qingyue, Yan Lang, Qian Beixin, Qian Beirong, Ji Yang... one by one, I’ve dragged them into hell. But when will you come to pull me out...?”
Yan Yan murmured to herself, her gaze unfocused. Her colorless lips moved continuously as she whispered softly, “I’m so scared being alone in that dark abyss... It’s so cold... Sister, you promised to protect me. Please come for me now; I don’t want to hold onto your lifeless body and lose the whole world... Strict Language!” Her sudden piercing cry drew the attention of Qin Huai and Ji Bai, who were discussing matters from a distance.
“Strict Language! How can you—how can you keep leaving me behind! Ayu—open your eyes and look at me! It’s Yan Yan! It’s me... it’s me... I am your—”
Her voice choked and hoarse could barely form words. The girl repeatedly pounded on the thin glass cover without regard for her burning palms. “Sister—Sister! I crawled out of the depths of hell not to see you lying here before me! I want to see you smile, to see you happy, to see you safe...”
It shouldn’t be like this; it couldn’t be like this. She hadn’t done anything yet; how could Ayu leave? She couldn’t leave!
“Strict Language! Look! I’ve dragged everyone who harmed you in my past life down to hell one by one. I haven’t let anyone who hurt us go! How can you abandon me now... You can’t!”
Each word was soaked in sorrow; they were the bitter torments of Yan Yan’s ten years of midnight reincarnation nightmares from her previous life. They were the flames of hatred that consumed her in this rebirth and the helplessness and despair she struggled with in the depths of hopelessness.
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