Coming to Myself

Without looking up, You Mingxu said, "I'm the one who got you."

He replied lightly, "Stubborn."

You Mingxu sighed and said, "The old You Yingjun was much cuter. When I said east, he wouldn't dare go west."

Yin Feng finally smiled and said, "Don't even think about it. Those days are gone forever."

You Mingxu fell silent for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh too. Yin Feng gazed at her profile—her face clean and free of makeup, yet still radiating a natural allure. Her black hair was casually tied into a ponytail. The sunlight bathed her as she sat by his bed, engaging in their trivial banter. Yet the sweetness in his chest overflowed like the sunlight, becoming overwhelming. He thought to himself that he was truly poisoned, the emotions in his heart nearly impossible to suppress. Every word she spoke, every glance she gave, felt like flirting to him. His mind even grew slightly dizzy, his chest swelling with an unbearable yet irresistible sensation.

He thought he was truly done for.

After waking up this time and recalling so many things, seeing this woman again would surely be his complete undoing.

This feeling of teetering on the edge of control made him sense danger and excitement, yet there was also a faint, inexplicable urge to escape.

You Mingxu had no idea that beneath someone's seemingly aloof exterior, turbulent waves were secretly churning. She remembered the serious matter at hand and said, "Yin Chen hasn't been caught, and Xing Jifu is also missing."

Yin Feng collected himself and replied, "I'm afraid Xing Jifu's days won't be easy."

You Mingxu didn't want to delve deeper into this topic and instead asked, "Right now, Lao Ding is focusing all efforts on capturing the remaining Punishers. What are your thoughts?"

Yin Feng shook his head. "Yin Chen has been hiding for many years and has strong counter-surveillance awareness. If he doesn't want to show himself, I'm afraid he won't be caught."

You Mingxu stared at him and asked, "How did it feel seeing him again?"

Yin Feng said flatly, "Why isn't he dead yet?"

You Mingxu: "..."

However, even if Yin Feng had once admired this older brother in his youth, that sentiment had likely been tortured into hatred and irreconcilable opposition by Yin Chen's own hands. Remembering Yin Feng's unmistakable pained expression when they first met yesterday and thinking about what happened in Guizhou, You Mingxu felt a soft ache in her heart and reached out to touch his face.

Yin Feng shuddered, his gaze dark and unreadable as he looked at her.

Thinking he was upset about his brother, You Mingxu withdrew her hand and asked, "If they can't catch him, what do you plan to do next?"

Yin Feng let out a light hum and said, "They will catch him."

You Mingxu was puzzled.

He said, "He will come to me. This time, he suffered such a great loss at my hands and won't let it go easily. Neither will I."

You Mingxu saw a cold, sharp glint flash in his eyes.

"How will he come for you?" she asked.

Yin Feng paused before answering, "I think he'll wait for an opportunity. One that's enough to destroy me and himself. He'll exhaust his remaining life and strength to prove to me, and even to the world, that what he believes in is the ultimate truth. He has already given up lying low."He paused, then continued, "I will wait for him to come. Because I also want to destroy him. I want to trample everything he believes in under my feet. I also want to prove to him that the choice I've always insisted on is not wrong—people like us, even when trapped in the abyss, have nothing that can stop us from gazing up at the sun."