"You're Long Wang, aren't you?"
Xiao Fang didn't respond—not because he didn't recognize her, but because his body had finally reached its limit.
His knees buckled. Darkness clouded his mind. And before he knew it, he was on his back.
"It seems fate has brought us together after all," she said, her tone light, yet filled with weight.
This person was none other than Yu Quiyan.
She stepped forward with a smile, her hands behind her back, eyes glinting with golden light. Her gaze was steady—imposing, like a mountain that refused to move.
When it was clear Xiao Fang had lost consciousness, she turned to Xiao Hei.
"And you are?" she asked.
Xiao Hei blinked, saying nothing.
Yu Quiyan tilted her head, then smiled.
"Do you mind if I take him somewhere to rest?"
Xiao Hei hesitated, then shook her head.
"Good. Good," Yu Quiyan said cheerfully. "Let's go."
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