Looking at Xie Yuyan lying exhausted on the bed, her face flushed with fatigue, Ye Feng felt a pang of guilt as he gently brushed aside the stray hairs clinging to her forehead.
"Sorry... sorry, Yuyan. Did I go too far?"
"Mmm..."
"It's... it's fine, Ye Feng..."
Xie Yuyan gazed at him with dazed eyes, her hands slowly rising to cup his cheeks.
"My body might not be as strong as yours, but I’m still tougher than Meng Li and the others. But my love for you? That’s the greatest of all!"
"Gulp."
Ye Feng had to admit her words stirred something deep within him, reigniting the fire in his veins that had only just settled. But considering Xie Yuyan’s current state, he didn’t dare push further. Instead, he tenderly cradled her delicate hands and whispered,
"Yuyan, you should rest. Do you really think I’m some kind of machine? I need to sleep too. It’s late—let’s call it a night, okay?"
Just as Ye Feng was about to pull Xie Yuyan into his arms and drift off, she suddenly twisted around, disrupting his embrace.
"No... it’s not over yet! I won’t give up!"
Her voice was a soft murmur, but her bright eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
"Yuyan? Are you... okay?"
Ye Feng was baffled. One moment, she’d been laughing with him, and now she seemed on the verge of crying.
"I... I... Ye Feng, I’m sorry!"
Before he could react, Xie Yuyan buried her face in his chest. Within moments, his shirt was damp with her tears.
"Hey—Yuyan, don’t cry. Whatever’s wrong, we’ll face it together. I’m right here with you, okay?"
Panicked, Ye Feng bolted upright, pulling her tightly against him.
"Sweetheart, please don’t cry."
"Mm..."
The moment the affectionate term left his lips, Xie Yuyan shuddered, her tears halting mid-fall. Her pale blue eyes widened, locking onto his with startling intensity.
"Ye... Ye Feng, what did you just say?"
"What? Can’t I call you ‘sweetheart’?"
"Eh... R-really...?"
"Of course it’s real. I’m the one who said it, aren’t I? What kind of nonsense are you thinking about, huh?"
Ye Feng tapped her forehead playfully, though his arm never left her waist.
"So, Yuyan, are you my sweetheart or not?"
"Yes! Absolutely!"
She answered without hesitation, as if afraid he might miss her reply.
"If you’re my sweetheart, then why won’t you tell me what’s troubling you?"
"Well... I... I will..."
Xie Yuyan met his gaze, drawing courage from his steady eyes before finally confessing her fears.
"I’m terrified I won’t reach 100% progress."
"Progress? Oh, that."
Relief washed over Ye Feng as she voiced her worry.
"I thought something serious had happened."
"But this is serious! It’s about your life—"
"I’ve told you before—I don’t care about the system’s progress anymore. All that matters is your happiness."
"How can you not care? Ye Feng, you— Mmmph!"
Her protest was cut short as Ye Feng captured her lips. Xie Yuyan initially tensed, but the moment his scorching breath washed over her, her body melted into his embrace, surrendering to the warmth of his love.
"Mwah."
When he finally released her, Ye Feng leaned back, flashing her a reassuring smile.
"Yuyan, you’re overthinking things again. It’s different now. Whatever worries you have, just share them with me. As your sweetheart, it’s my job to take care of you, isn’t it?"
"But... I’m just scared. Terrified that the person I love most might vanish from my world. If that happened... I’d break."
"Yuyan, you used to be a cold-blooded assassin. But since meeting me, you’ve become this kind, beautiful girl. Isn’t that proof that change is possible? That effort can overcome anything? So don’t be afraid. My Yuyan will always be the strongest."
"Ye Feng..."
His name slipped from her lips like a prayer, as if she longed to fuse every part of herself with him.
"I love you... so, so much..."
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