But now, the mask has been lifted, and it turns out this is the real her. Deep-seated cold indifference and cool detachment. In those beautiful eyes, aside from the chilly moonlight, not a trace of emotion could be found anymore. It was as if he had lost something, his heart empty and hollow as he watched it slip away, powerless to grasp it again. He pushed the bicycle, quietly following her from a distance. She walked, he walked; she stopped, he stopped. During that time, he followed her footsteps, walking the paths she walked under the quiet moonlight and the cool night air, his heart tranquil as never before. If he could walk for a lifetime, even if he could only gaze at her from afar, he surprisingly felt content. A drunkard staggered toward them, suddenly heaving over the side of a banyan tree. Yun Ya passed by him quietly. The drunkard’s glance was casual at first but quickly turned to amazement. Already drunk, his lust flared suddenly, and he grabbed Yun Ya’s arm, "Little girl, how much for a night?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel(ꜰ)ire.net Yun Ya was on guard, yet the drunkard was surprisingly strong, and she couldn’t break free immediately, next moment he had her in a full embrace, the stench of alcohol nauseating her to the point she nearly vomited her last meal. Her eyes suddenly turned cold as if the gates of Hell were opening, casting a sinister, cruel glow. "You smell so good... Just make me happy, and I’ll make sure you get the best of everything..." Yun Ya reached for the pendant around her neck, her fingers gently twisting it, the gourd-shaped pendant slipping into her palm, the chilly tip of the needle flickering between her fingers... She leaned close to the man’s ear, her breath as sweet as orchid: "Shall I escort you to Hell?" The man froze for a moment, a cold glint flitted across Yun Ya’s eyes, her hand swept toward the back of the man’s head... In the nick of time, a lithe figure suddenly leaped forward, kicking the man who, reeling from the blow with Yun Ya in tow, fell to the ground. The next instant, her arm was grasped by a broad palm, the heat from it scorching her skin. Her eyes widened in alarm, and in the corner of her vision, she saw the young man’s stern and thin face, under the dim streetlight, the flickering light in his eyes like a will-o’-the-wisp that suddenly illuminated her world. The next moment, he held her tightly in his arms, so tightly she could barely breathe. With a sour nose, she clutched his clothes tight, burying her face in his chest, trembling with fear. "Brother Yan~ am I dreaming?" Her voice was cautious with a slight tremble, which softened Yan Song’s heart in an instant. "Don’t be afraid, I won’t let anyone bully you." His firm and somber voice spread slowly through the limitless night, his lips curving slightly as she said in a small, terrified voice, "Brother Yan, I thought you were mad at me and wouldn’t talk to me anymore." Yan Song was truly relieved he hadn’t walked away in a huff; if something had happened to Yun Ya, he would never have forgiven himself in this lifetime. Holding her shoulders, he said softly, "That won’t happen, Brother Yan was wrong, I won’t force you if you don’t want to call me Brother Yan." Yun Ya was stunned; he was admitting his mistakes willingly, it shouldn’t be , Brother Yan, you are such a proud person... She rubbed her cheek against his chest, her manner filled with dependence, "Brother Yan, if one day you find out that I’m not what you thought, will you dislike me...?" He suddenly tightened his arms, each word resolute: "Never, no matter what you become, you are always Ji Yun Ya, the Ji Yun Ya who calls me Brother Yan." In silence, he whispered, "I won’t give you a chance to leave me; you might as well give up that idea." Both overjoyed and sorrowful, Yun Ya couldn’t help but let the tears flow, dampening the front of his shirt and burning the young man’s heart. Yan Song took off his school jacket and draped it over her, wiping the tears from her face, chastising, "You crybaby, your face is all smeared, looking so ugly." At that moment, the drunkard staggered to his feet, cursing loudly, "You TMD dare to hit me, do you know who I am? I..." Yan Song snorted coldly, and without a second word approached the drunkard, delivering a kick to his chest that sent him flying against the tree trunk, then rolling to the ground with a heavy thud. "Even the King Father of Heaven gets the same treatment." Yan Song uttered coldly, mounting the drunkard and pummeling his face with relentless fists. Yan Song practiced boxing all year round, his strength extraordinary, and it didn’t take long for the drunkard’s face to swell like a pig’s head, his pleas for mercy becoming unintelligible.