Dong Xieyou raised his eyebrows: "Her?" "Don’t play dumb with me. I’m not that easy to fool," Yun Ya scoffed coldly. Dong Xieyou cast down his eyes and smiled: "Indeed, very clever." Looking up at her, Dong Xieyou took two steps closer, almost backing Yun Ya into a corner, but she did not shrink back, staring directly into his eyes. "Such beautiful eyes," the man murmured, almost immersed in that vast sea of stars; in the depths of his gaze, there was infatuation, there was reminiscence... "Then tell me, where is she?" Yun Ya’s tone was abnormally gentle, like a delicate dream, subtly drawing one in without making a sound. "She’s at..." Dong Xieyou’s eyes brightened momentarily, and he couldn’t help but laugh: "Such a naughty girl, trying to hypnotize me, but sadly, this trick doesn’t work on me...." Yun Ya silently gnashed her teeth; how detestable, this man was shrouded in mystery from head to toe, just what hole had he popped out of, and what exactly was his relationship with that person? "Even if you don’t tell me, I know," Yun Ya snorted coldly. "Do you know? You’re cutest , like a naughty little wildcat, makes one want to hold you tightly and cherish you," the man’s voice was unusually sticky, causing Yun Ya’s skin to crawl for no apparent reason. Yun Ya couldn’t help but curse: "You’re a freaking pervert." The source of this content ɪs N0veI.Fiɾe.net This man was a pervert. The man tilted his head and laughed: "You’re not the first to say that, the girls who cried and begged me said the exact same thing." Yun Ya shuddered abruptly, staring at him coldly: "What exactly do you want?" "I just want to get to know you, oh no, to let you get to know me, after all, I’ve known about you for a long time. Now that I’m in front of you, remember my eyes, my face, my name. My name is, Night, translated, it’s ’Midnight,’ representing the darkness and despair of midnight...." His gaze became profoundly deep in an instant, as boundless as the vast night, filled with nothing but despair... Yun Ya’s heart sank to the valley floor in a heartbeat, her hands gripping the edge of the washstand tightly, unflinchingly meeting his eyes. The man slowly stepped back, his lips curling into a gentle smile, gradually retreating into the shadows. Yun Ya shook her head sharply and suddenly lunged forward, but he was gone— the person had vanished into thin air. "I will come find you again." As an ethereal voice fell, the surroundings became dead quiet. Yun Ya looked around in confusion, then suddenly crouched down with her hands holding her head, overwhelmed by fear... despair... sorrow... a flood of emotions engulfing her. What do you really want? After all these years, why are you appearing now, tormenting me bit by bit, what do you want to do? I will not submit, absolutely not. "Miss Ji, what’s wrong?" Suddenly, someone patted her shoulder, and Yun Ya looked up sharply, her face pale and gloomy, startling the newcomer. "Ah..." They screamed and took a step back. Yun Ya recognized the person; it was Ruan Ming. Her face instantly regained a soft, gentle smile, as if the darkness before had never happened, changing her expression so quickly that it made Ruan Ming doubt what she had just seen. That moment, those terrifying eyes still sent chills through her. "Ruan Sister, is there something you need?" Yun Ya said with a smile. Ruan Ming breathed a sigh of relief, taking a closer look at Yun Ya’s complexion, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Yun Ya shook her head: "I’m fine, please don’t worry, Ruan Sister." Seeing this, Ruan Ming smiled: "As long as you’re fine." Just as Yun Ya was about to leave, she glanced at Ruan Ming, "Ruan Sister, your earrings are very pretty." Guard-green leaves, thin as a sheet, very beautiful and exquisite. Ruan Ming subconsciously touched her earring, her smile a bit unnatural, "Thank you." Yun Ya curved her lips and left the bathroom. Ruan Ming calmed her racing heart and laughed at herself. Back in the private room, Dong Xieyou’s seat was empty, and he never returned. Sitting in a room full of guests, all chatting and laughing, she still felt somewhat unreal. Everything that had just occurred felt like a dream, but she knew for certain it wasn’t one. Dong Xieyou, what was his identity? More importantly, what exactly was his relationship with that person? Recalling his last words—I will come back for you. Yun Ya involuntarily shivered. Ming Han’s warm, broad palm patted her shoulder, he asked softly, "Are you cold?" As he spoke, he draped his coat over her shoulders and summoned a waiter to turn up the heat. Ye Zi’s teasing voice echoed, "Ming Han, I didn’t expect you to be so caring. Your future wife is going to be lucky..." Yun Ya suddenly felt that voice growing more and more distant, as if coming from far away, and she instinctively grabbed Ming Han’s arm. Suddenly, the world started spinning around her, and Ming Han’s voice of concern and anxiety filled her ears. Gradually, she closed her eyes and fell into a long stretch of darkness.