At this moment, Aunt Zhang, who was sleeping in the adjacent bedroom, was also disturbed by the noise and pushed the door open. She saw An Ying’s furrowed brows and quickly asked, "What’s wrong?" "It’s nothing, just a bit itchy. I’ll have Yinyin go buy some medicine," An Ying replied. Aunt Zhang looked at the pitch-black outside with a worried expression, "I better go instead." "Let her go," An Ying said, noticing Aunt Zhang only had a thin coat on, and couldn’t help worrying, "Sister Zhang, wear more clothes so you don’t catch a cold." Hearing An Ying’s concern, Aunt Zhang showed a troubled expression. An Ying felt rather helpless. In the end, it was An Yin who reassured, "Aunt Zhang, it’s very close, I’ll be back soon." Aunt Zhang saw the young girl insist, so she nodded, "Take your phone with you, call if there’s anything." "Got it." An Yin nodded and quickly ran outside. Aunt Zhang followed her to the living room and watched the tightly closed door, pacing back and forth inside. An Ying could sense that Aunt Zhang truly cared for her daughter. However, when she thought of who was behind Aunt Zhang, the warmth in An Ying’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by worry. Ever since sound-activated lights were installed in the hallway, every time An Yin passed by, she would have a dreamlike illusion. This was the place she had lived since childhood, and any small change would be noticeable. But the changes this time were so significant that it gave her a surreal feeling. Every floor in the hallway had sound-activated lights installed, the bumpy road downstairs was paved with cement and asphalt, and streetlights were also put up. This was a blessing for their shabby little building. Walking on the bright path, An Yin’s mood improved quite a bit. Before reaching Doctor Huang’s clinic, she saw from afar that the doors were tightly shut, and then remembered it was his daughter’s engagement banquet today, so she’d have to go to the pharmacy at the street corner. A cold wind swept through the winter night, making her little face blush red. Perhaps it was the sparklers the children played with earlier, as the air was filled with smoke, causing An Yin’s eyes to water, and she couldn’t help but cough a few times with every breath. An Yin kept her head down, lightly covering her nose with one hand. With it being the day of the little New Year and the fact that most of the residents in this community were elderly, she didn’t encounter a single person after walking a while. The street remained silent, with most of the shops already closed. Fearing the pharmacy would also close, An Yin practically jogged all the way. She ran until she couldn’t anymore, standing now on a street with shops on the left and a row of low walls on the right, inside which many business vehicles were parked. Looking up, she could see scattered cars parked inside. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Eager to be on her way, An Yin glanced around casually and noticed a car inside the parking lot shaking vigorously. Because it was next to the wall, she could faintly hear weak cries. It was as if someone was crying for help, the crying mixed with faint wails. An Yin glanced again and detected subtle noises coming from the car. Fearful, she started running quickly, her heart pounding wildly. "Perhaps they’re just chatting inside," An Yin told herself. After a while, she managed to calm herself down. When she arrived at the street corner, she found the pharmacy and rushed inside, only to see the shop assistant cleaning up. An Yin breathed a sigh of relief, thankful they hadn’t closed. After buying the medicine and paying, An Yin felt finally at ease. She carried the small bag of medicine and retraced her steps. When she reached the parking lot, she deliberately glanced a few more times and saw a familiar silhouette. The person’s red dress left a deep impression on her memory. An Yin slowed her pace, quietly walking under the shop eaves, hiding in the dark. In the next moment, An Yin saw a disheveled man getting out of the car. He caught up with the person in a few strides and forcefully grabbed the other, pulling them in, then moved to kiss their face. An Yin stood at the shop’s corner, covering her mouth to make no sound. That person was Huang Yiyi. Then, she watched in shock as the man treated Huang Yiyi roughly. It took a while before the man spat out a sentence, "Hmph, when you truly become a wife, I’ll be sure to taste you again, haha..." After saying this, he lifted his thumb to wipe his lips, brazenly staring at the faltering woman, his laughter deepening as he observed her swollen eyes and disheveled hair. "Brother Liu, let me go," Huang Yiyi pleaded hoarsely, supporting herself against the wall. The man sneered coldly, exuding an arrogant and unrestrained demeanor. He then nonchalantly buttoned his shirt and strolled toward his car. In a moment, a roaring sound arose as the man drove away at high speed. An Yin stood in a daze, witnessing all of this, her mind pounds like thunder. Everything Huang Yiyi did had overturned her understanding. If she remembered correctly, tonight was Huang Yiyi’s engagement night, and the man who had just left boldly was someone she had seen before. That was Young Master Liu. The cold wind howled mercilessly beside her, but An Yin, who was always afraid of the cold, felt no chill now. She stood dumbly in the shadows, holding the medicine bag. She sneaked a glance in Huang Yiyi’s direction and saw her timidly shuffling her steps while holding onto the wall, as if every step was an ordeal for her. As An Yin was pondering, she saw from afar, Huang Yiyi’s unstable steps, about to collapse. An Yin instinctively shouted, "Careful..." Before she knew it, she was already running towards where Huang Yiyi was. Embarrassingly, after taking only two or three steps, she watched as the woman steadied herself against the wall, avoiding the fall. With her steps frozen, An Yin’s cheeks flushed red. She stood motionless, her luminous eyes lowered, too embarrassed to look at the other’s expression. As a crisp voice broke through the night air from behind, a shiver ran down Huang Yiyi’s spine, convincing herself she was hearing things. After steadying herself, she turned abruptly, calling out the other person’s name timidly. An Yin stood in the middle of the road, wrapped in a long, thick down jacket, her delicate face glowing like a blooming peach in spring, fresh and tender. Huang Yiyi always knew that An Yin’s appearance was outstanding among the girls, and those clear, pure eyes had remained unchanged over the years, as if all the world’s filth did not exist in them. For some reason, seeing An Yin’s pure and untainted eyes at this moment, a dark thought emerged in Huang Yiyi’s mind—she wanted to shatter the light in An Yin’s eyes.