Must Not Go Wrong

Ye Feng had to admit that the moment he saw Xie Yuyan, fear wasn’t what gripped him. Hidden deeper in his heart was longing and sorrow.

They could have lived happily together, spending the rest of their days side by side. Yet, he never imagined she would resort to such suffocating actions. This realization not only sharpened his awareness of his own predicament but also made him see that he was now trapped in an inescapable cage. The happy life he once yearned for had become nothing more than a distant dream. He didn’t even know what to do next—or if there even was a "next" for him.

"Yuyan, put the knife down, alright? Violence can never solve anything. What you’re doing will only make things more complicated."

"You’re wrong about that, Ye Feng. Violence is often the only way to solve problems. Look at me—I’ve resolved more issues this way than you ever have. So, the choice I’m making now is the right one."

With a graceful flourish of her blade, Xie Yuyan closed the distance between them in mere breaths.

"Ye Feng, I don’t want to hurt you either. So, if you choose not to resist, that’ll be the best outcome. This is my last warning to you. Let’s go back to those happy days, alright?"

As she spoke, she reached out with slender fingers, gently brushing Ye Feng’s cheek. The weather wasn’t particularly cold, yet her touch felt icy and lifeless, devoid of warmth.

"......"

"Heh, it’s been so long since I’ve touched you like this. So, does this mean you’re agreeing to my request?"

As her fingers lingered on his face, the ferocity in her eyes softened, melting into something tender—as if nothing had happened at all. For a fleeting moment, it was as if they were back in that little house, wrapped in the warmth of simpler times.

"Yuyan."

Ye Feng met her gaze with solemn intensity. He knew full well that a single displeasing word from him would prompt her to act without hesitation, rendering him helpless. Had this been earlier, he might have yielded to her demands. But after what happened with Li Mucheng and Shen Mengli, he knew Xie Yuyan would only escalate her ruthlessness toward them. There was no turning back now.

Gently, he took her cold hand and lowered it from his face, his expression grave. "Yuyan, I won’t let you hurt anyone—and that includes yourself."

"Hah... myself?"

The light in Xie Yuyan’s eyes dimmed instantly at his words. She had given him a chance to make things right, but since he refused to take it, there was no need for her to hold back anymore.

"Ye Feng, your mind must have been clouded by those women. Once you understand my suffering, you’ll see the truth. It’s a shame we couldn’t reach an agreement, but—"

"Bang!"

Mid-sentence, the dagger in her hand shot toward Ye Feng’s thigh with a sharp flick of her wrist. But Ye Feng, nerves taut, was ready. He sidestepped, putting distance between them, and countered with a swift kick to the back of her hand.

"Tch—"

Seizing the momentary opening, Ye Feng snatched a dart embedded in a nearby stuffed strawberry toy, wielding it as an improvised weapon. He steadied his stance, eyes locked on Xie Yuyan, waiting for her next move.

"My, my~ Even wounded, you’re still such a fighter. It only makes you more thrilling, you know? I always said we were a match made in heaven. A battle like this, so evenly matched—it’s intoxicating, isn’t it~?"

The exhilaration of their clash seemed to unravel the darkness coiled in Xie Yuyan’s heart. She pressed her hands to her cheeks, eyes wide with manic delight as she laughed.

"Hehehe... How amusing. Tonight’s dance belongs to just the two of us~♡"

Ye Feng took a deep breath. The strain of blocking her earlier strike had reopened the wound on his arm. If he didn’t act soon, he’d be at her mercy long before Su Yuxin could arrive with reinforcements.

"Now then, round two—begin~!"

Before Ye Feng could strategize further, Xie Yuyan lunged again. Each slash of her dagger cut through the air with a sharp whistle, met by Ye Feng’s rapid parries.

"Clang!"

"Ting!"

"Clang!"

The metallic clashing and sparks illuminated the silent amusement park square. For a moment, it seemed neither could gain the upper hand. But for Ye Feng, this stalemate was an advantage—all he needed to do was hold out.

Though bolstered by combat skills and enhanced physique, his real-world experience paled in comparison to Xie Yuyan’s, a top-tier assassin. She adapted effortlessly to shifting circumstances, and with every exchange, fresh wounds bloomed on Ye Feng’s body. Meanwhile, Xie Yuyan remained poised, her elegance untouched.

Even when he blocked fatal strikes, the accumulating injuries gnawed at his focus.

"Slash!"

A misstep left his other arm gashed open—a deep crimson wound glaring back at him before blood welled up, dripping onto the golden tiles below.

"Drip... drip..."

Ye Feng’s parched lips betrayed his exhaustion. As Xie Yuyan advanced step by step, a sudden realization struck him. He turned and bolted.

"Oh? Running away now? How unlike you, Ye Feng. Normally so clever, yet you make such a mistake at a time like this? Do you really think you can escape me, wounded as you are? But fine. It’s time to end this farce..."

Adjusting swiftly, Xie Yuyan gave chase—only to pause, brows knitting in confusion.

This wasn’t the way to the park’s exit. Was he planning to play hide-and-seek with her inside the amusement park? How delightfully amusing~

......

"Don’t worry, Miss! Reinforcements are on the way! We’ll ensure Mr. Ye Feng’s safety! Please stay put in a secure location until we arrive!"

"Hurry... hurry! I’ll pay any price—mobilize every available resource! Ye Feng can’t afford to come to harm!"