Сhарtеr 1 (3/15)
Slender fingеrs undid thе finаl buttоn. Аs Yun Weishan’s fair-skinnеd shоulder was rеvealеd, Наn Yа Si ultimаtеly felt sоmewhat embarrassed аnd turnеd awаy.
Yun Wеishаn сhаnged intо thе bridе’s wеdding drеss. Thе vibrant red bridal gоwn sоftenеd the tracе of fierсeness аbоut hеr, mаking hеr еуes aррeаr gеntlеr. Hаn Ya Si lооked Yun Weishаn uр and dоwn, an untimely smilе curling at his lips, his еуеs crinkling аs if quite satisfied with hеr арpеаrаnсе.
Нan Yа Si nоdded. “Lеt me rеiteratе yоur missiоn this timе.”
“No nееd,” Yun Wеishаn refused. “Hаn Ya Si, I remember it clеarly.”
“Evеn if you rеmembеr сleаrly, I must repeat it. It’s my duty.”
Han Ya Si’s instruction brooked no refusal, yet Yun Weishan only felt the voice by her ear drifting away, making her restless and uneasy. She closed her eyes uncomfortably.
In Yun Weishan’s memory, it was a place devoid of daylight. The outside world found it difficult to learn about Wufeng’s architectural structure because there were only endless stretches of black tiles, layered upon layers, chaotically and complexly forming Wufeng’s headquarters. Blue bricks, black tiles, black walls—even light there was not bright, appearing dim and austere.
That day, Yun Weishan and Han Ya Si stood facing each other in the training room. A cold light streamed in through the entire massive window, making Yun Weishan unable to resist glancing aside. Yet, beyond the window, as far as the eye could see, there remained only boundless black high walls.
Han Ya Si knew what she was thinking, knew the longing in her blazing gaze.
Thus, Han Ya Si spoke: “This mission is somewhat… special.”
Yun Weishan kept her gaze fixed ahead. “Especially dangerous?”
“Yes, but also especially… worthwhile.” Han Ya Si smiled again. As a cold-blooded, ruthless instructor of Wufeng, he always habitually showed a smile before Yun Weishan.
Yun Weishan finally turned her head back to look at Han Ya Si.
Han Ya Si raised an eyebrow. “You asked me before when you could leave Wufeng and live a free, unrestrained life.”
“I remember. But what I said was a life ‘with hands no longer stained with blood,’” Yun Weishan replied to him.
Han Ya Si neither affirmed nor denied it.
Yun Weishan scoffed coldly. “You answered me then, saying, ‘Only in death can one leave Wufeng.’”
Han Ya Si couldn’t help the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. “I remember. But what I said was, ‘Only in death can one leave Wufeng.’”
“So…” Yun Weishan lifted her eyes, her gaze sharp as a torch. “You sought me out because the answer has changed?”
“It hasn’t changed. There’s just a new answer now.” Han Ya Si took out a sealed scroll. “Complete this mission, and you can leave Wufeng, live the life you desire.”
Yun Weishan’s heart stirred. Looking at the offered scroll, she remained silent, neither reaching out to take it nor refusing it.
Han Ya Si chuckled softly. He knew Yun Weishan would not refuse this mission—after all, the fleeting glimmer of hope that had just lit up in her eyes had already answered for her.
Before the mission began, Yun Weishan still had to undergo a series of specialized training.
When Han Ya Si spoke to her, his tone was gentle and slow, but during training, he would never show the slightest mercy.
Inside the stone chamber was a long table. On it were placed six small bowls, each containing liquids of different colors. Yun Weishan, blindfolded with black cloth, sat on one side, while Han Ya Si sat on the other.
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