Without looking up, You Mingxu said: “I was the one who won you over.”

He replied coolly: “Stubborn.”

You Mingxu sighed and said: “The old Yu Yingjun was more lovable. I could tell him to go east and he wouldn’t dare go west.”

Yin Feng finally smiled and said: “Forget it, that won’t happen again.”

You Mingxu fell silent for a moment before breaking into a smile. Yin Feng gazed at her profile—her face clean and bare of makeup yet naturally alluring, her black hair casually tied in a ponytail. Sunlight fell on her as she sat by his bed, engaging in their playful banter. The sweetness in his chest overflowed like sunlight. He thought to himself that he was truly poisoned—the emotions in his chest were becoming hard to suppress. Every word she spoke, every glance she gave, felt like flirtation to him. His head felt slightly dizzy, and his heart was swollen with feelings that were both unbearable and addictive.

He knew he was truly done for.

This time after waking up, remembering so many things, seeing this woman again—he was finished.

This feeling of being on the edge of losing control made him feel both dangerous and excited, but there was also a slight, inexplicable urge to escape.

You Mingxu had no idea that beneath someone’s seemingly cool exterior, emotions were churning like hidden waves. She remembered the pressing matters at hand and said: “Yin Chen wasn’t caught, and Xing Jifu’s whereabouts are unknown.”

Yin Feng collected himself and replied: “I suspect Xing Jifu won’t have an easy time of it.”

You Mingxu didn’t want to dwell on that topic and switched to asking: “Old Ding is now 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 is highly skilled at counter-surveillance. If he doesn’t want to be found, they probably won’t catch him.”

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: “…”

Even if Yin Feng had once looked up to his brother in his youth, Yin Chen had likely turned that admiration into hatred and opposition through his cruelty. You Mingxu recalled Yin Feng’s expression of undisguised pain when they first met yesterday, and thinking of the events in Guizhou, her heart softened with sympathy as she touched his face.

Yin Feng’s body trembled slightly as he looked at her, his gaze indescribably dark.

You Mingxu thought he was upset about his brother and withdrew her hand, asking: “If they can’t catch him, what do you plan to do next?”

Yin Feng gave a light snort and said: “They will catch him.”

You Mingxu felt confused.

He said: “He will come looking for me. After suffering such a major setback at my hands this time, he won’t let it rest. Neither will I.”

You Mingxu watched the cold light flash in his eyes.

“How will he come after you?” she asked.

Yin Feng was quiet for a moment before answering: “I think he’ll wait for an opportunity. One that could destroy both him and me. He will spend his remaining life and strength trying to prove to me, and to the world, that what he believes in is the ultimate truth. He’s given up on lying low.”

He paused, then continued: “I’ll be waiting for him. Because I want to destroy him too. I want to trample everything he believes in under my feet. I also want to prove to him that the choice I’ve always stood by wasn’t wrong—that people like us, even in the depths of the abyss, nothing can stop us from gazing at the sun.”