"What's going on?"
Xie Yuyan and Li Mucheng arrived swiftly at the location Su Yuxin had mentioned. When the two reached the riverbank, they saw Su Yuxin kneeling on the ground, her usual composure completely abandoned as she clutched something tightly in her arms.
"Yuxin?"
Li Mucheng and Xie Yuyan exchanged glances before hurrying to Su Yuxin's side. The moment Li Mucheng saw Su Yuxin's swollen eyes and grief-stricken face, her heart clenched. Just earlier, Su Yuxin had been brimming with confidence—now, she looked like a completely different person. A foreboding sense of dread crept into Li Mucheng's chest.
Hearing her name, Su Yuxin slowly lifted her head. Only after recognizing Xie Yuyan and Li Mucheng did she reveal what she had been holding.
Li Mucheng had intended to help Su Yuxin up from the ground, but the moment she saw what Su Yuxin was holding, her pupils dilated in shock. Trembling, she took the bloodstained garment into her hands.
Beside her, Xie Yuyan's delicate brows furrowed, her fingers digging so hard into her palms they turned white.
"This... this is... Ye Feng's clothes."
Li Mucheng's breathing grew ragged at the sight of Ye Feng's garment, as if it were a grim confirmation of his fate. A crushing sense of helplessness spread through her body—all her efforts had vanished like bubbles, leaving nothing behind.
"Why... why is this happening? After everything I did... why couldn't I bring him back? Why...?"
Ignoring the blood and the metallic stench clinging to the fabric, Li Mucheng pulled Ye Feng's coat tightly against her chest, as if holding onto it could somehow steady her.
But deep down, she knew this was just her desperate attempt to feel his lingering presence in this world.
For Su Yuxin and Li Mucheng, the sight of Ye Feng's clothes was the final straw. In their hearts, they believed he was gone forever—that the man who had once treated them with such tenderness would never return.
"No... this can't be... it can't end like this."
Xie Yuyan murmured under her breath, her pale blue eyes fixed on the garment in Li Mucheng's arms.
The despair radiating from Su Yuxin and Li Mucheng pulled her into their shared grief, yet something in her refused to accept this outcome. She couldn't shake the feeling that, from the very beginning, an unseen force had been manipulating them—leading them down a path they now believed was inevitable.
No... there had to be a clue she was missing.
With that thought, Xie Yuyan stepped in front of Li Mucheng and held out her hand. It was clear she wanted Li Mucheng to hand over Ye Feng's clothes.
Fighting back tears, Li Mucheng hesitated—but when she saw the determination mixed with sorrow in Xie Yuyan's gaze, she relented.
Taking the garment, Xie Yuyan immediately inspected the damage. The bullet holes and slashes matched perfectly—this was undeniably Ye Feng's.
"It's real."
At Xie Yuyan's confirmation, the last flicker of hope in Li Mucheng's eyes died. This was proof that Ye Feng was truly gone—or worse, that if he did return, it would be in the worst possible way.
"Ugh..."
Su Yuxin, unable to hold back any longer, broke down into loud sobs. Li Mucheng wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and gently patting her back.
Strangely, the resentment Li Mucheng had once felt toward Su Yuxin had now transformed into pity—a shared sorrow between two kindred souls.
"Li Mucheng."
Just as Li Mucheng was about to help Su Yuxin up, Xie Yuyan spoke again.
"Wh-what is it?"
"Don't you think this is strange?"
"Strange? You mean the clothes?"
"Not just the clothes."
Xie Yuyan handed Ye Feng's garment to the still-weeping Su Yuxin, who muttered a tearful "thank you" before clutching it tightly. For now, letting her hold onto it seemed the only way to calm her.
"Li Mucheng, we need to talk."
"Talk? But we already discussed everything before..."
"This time is different. I'll tell you everything I know about Ye Feng—including what happened at the cliff."
A heavy silence fell.
At Xie Yuyan's words, the other two stiffened, then nodded in unison. Each of them had been keeping secrets about Ye Feng, hiding them for their own selfish reasons. But now that Xie Yuyan was stepping forward, they could no longer hold back.
"Let's go back for now. We'll leave the upstream search to the rescue team—I'll notify Ah Fu right away."
......
When Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, he realized he had somehow fallen asleep.
"I... what happened?"
As he tried to sit up and recall the events before he lost consciousness, he noticed Shen Mengli lying beside him—her eyes brimming with tears.
"Meng... Mengli?"
Seeing her trembling lashes and the way her pupils shook, Ye Feng finally remembered what he had done to her before passing out.
Shen Mengli's teasing had been like fuel to the fire, igniting something deep within him. In the heat of the moment, he had lost all control, mercilessly ravaging her delicate form until exhaustion finally dragged him into slumber.
Even now, the warmth of her body lingered against his arm, and the most damning evidence lay scattered at the bedside—their discarded "battle attire."
This was bad...
"I... I'm sorry, Mengli. I swear, I didn’t mean to—"
"Ye Feng, are you joking?"
Shen Mengli's voice was weak, her ears still flushed red. Her body was utterly drained—proof of just how ruthless Ye Feng had been.
"You're a monster, Ye Feng... a heartless, devouring monster!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
