Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

As droplets of fresh blood slowly trickled down Zhang Zihan's beautiful face, they blended with her tears.

Outside the window, coming from somewhere unknown, someone was playing the song "Maple Leaf" sung by Zhang Zihan.

"When the autumn wind blows!

When maple leaves part!

Having lost you, I can only embrace another self!

In dreams, in memories, in the past of the past!

Maple leaves together, we shall never forsake..."

The song, filled with deep sorrow, gently echoed within the room.

Zhang Zihan's eyes were teary as she softly hummed the tune, while the sharp knife kept sliding over her beautiful face.

The wounds were painful, but compared to her shattered heart, they didn't hurt as much...

Zhang Zihan was distraught, her body radiating intense grief as she incessantly revisited every little detail of her memories...

Their maple leaves...

Their stir-fried noodles...

Those travel shoes, those tattered clothes...

Each and every memory pierced Zhang Zihan like a sharp knife, leaving her full of gaping wounds.

One cut!

Two cuts!

Three cuts!

...

Zhang Zihan no longer knew how many times she had cut her own face; all she saw in the mirror was herself, covered in blood, her once beautiful face now too ghastly to bear.

"Without this face, no one will like me! Then I can go find you; I will definitely find you..."

A ghostly beautiful smile bloomed on Zhang Zihan's bloodstained face, followed by a wave of dizziness, and then darkness before her eyes, as she collapsed straight to the ground!

The sound inside the room instantly alarmed the two women outside, and when they opened the door and saw Zhang Zihan on the ground with a bloodied face, their expressions changed drastically!

"Miss!!!"

...

The next afternoon, in the VIP ward of the Royal Hospital of Hong Kong, a woman sat quietly on the floor.

This woman wore a blue and white checkered hospital gown, curled up in the corner of the ward, hugging her legs, lost in a silent daze.

Her face bore savage wounds that had stopped bleeding, but still looked startlingly grim.

Her once perfect features, shadowed by these scars, were no longer beautiful.

Seemingly reminded of something sorrowful, tears streamed down the woman's eyes across her wounded face, eventually splashing a teardrop onto the floor.

"Ye Feng, I'm no longer the National Goddess, no longer everyone's idol! I'm ugly now, will you... still love me?"

And just as Zhang Zihan was immersed in her sorrow, a pair of eyes were watching her through the glass window of the ward.

Outside the ward stood a young man in a suit and leather shoes.

He was tall and straight, his face chiseled with sharp features, yet his expression was perpetually shaded by a touch of hostility that rendered his handsome face eerily malevolent.

"Is there any hope for recovery?"

This young man looked at Zhang Zihan inside the ward and asked faintly.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man with the appearance of an assistant, who quickly responded:

"I've already asked the doctor; the doctor said even with facial reconstruction, her previous looks cannot possibly be restored."

"So you're saying, there's no possibility of recovery?"

The young man's eyes flashed with an intimidating coldness, and his words made the assistant shiver:

"That's right!"

Hearing this, the young man's expression grew increasingly grim until, with a fierce punch, he slammed it into the hospital room wall:

"Damn it! Am I that detestable to you? To avoid marrying me, you actually disfigured yourself!!!"

The young man's face twisted with anger as he looked at the scar-ridden face of Zhang Zihan in the hospital room, radiating disgust and fury.

Seeing this, the assistant quickly spoke up:

"Young master, now that Zhang Zihan has completely disfigured herself, do you still intend to marry her?"

"Marry her! Why wouldn't I?"

Huangfu Ling's expression was tinged with viciousness, and a sinister smile surfaced on his lips:

"Even if she has become ugly now, she is still the woman Huangfu Ling once fancied! And the disfigured Zhang Zihan is even more useful to the Huangfu Family!"

With that said, Huangfu Ling turned to his assistant:

"Take a few photos of her secretly from outside the window, the uglier the better! In the next few days, we will start a media campaign, letting everyone know how ugly Zhang Zihan has become, and how hopelessly in love I am! The National Goddess's disfigurement will definitely become the most sensational news in China, and I will become China's most lovesick man!"

As he spoke, Huangfu Ling appeared to have already anticipated the aftermath:

"The wealthy Huangfu, marrying the ugly Zhang Zihan! This will surely significantly increase our family's influence, causing stocks and all our businesses to soar! And then there's the Zhang Family's juicy piece of meat, it's too good a treat to pass up!"

Malice shimmered through Huangfu Ling's words, as his smile grew increasingly intense.

...

The night deepened!

The Golden Dragon Bar in Singapore is one of Yalong's top-rated bars!

It belongs to neither the Azure Dragon Gang nor the He Dao Association, but tonight, it is set to host the boxing championship clash between the two powerful gangs!

Ye Feng and Shen Jiao arrived early, choosing not to sit with the Azure Dragon Gang members but instead taking a seat in a corner by themselves.

Ye Feng hadn't planned on coming initially, but he ended up attending for the sake of accompanying Shen Jiao.

However, at this moment, his expression was dark as still waters, his brow furrowed, and his fists clenched tightly, as though bracing for tension and anxiety.

Seeing Ye Feng's demeanor, Shen Jiao was full of confusion:

"Ye Feng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing!" Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders, then let out a wry smile:

"I don't know what's wrong, but since last night, I've been feeling on edge, as if something is about to happen! Maybe it's a symptom of regaining my memory."

Hearing this, Shen Jiao felt a surge of empathy, and just as she was taking hold of Ye Feng's hand, wanting to say something, someone slowly approached.

Poison Scorpion!

This person was Poison Scorpion, his eyes fixed on Ye Feng, practically shooting fire:

"Kid, you KO'd me last time because I underestimated you! But today, after I finish off the He Dao Association's boxer, I will make sure to beat you to a pulp!!!"

Poison Scorpion had been KO'd by Ye Feng with a single move last time, and when he came to his senses, he was both embarrassed and furious, attempting several times to seek revenge on Ye Feng, only to be blocked by the Azure Dragon Gang.

Today, he, Poison Scorpion, would prove himself anew, not only to defeat the He Dao Association's boxer but also to best Ye Feng and reclaim his dignity!

And seeing the hostility in Poison Scorpion's eyes, Ye Feng merely laughed with disdain:

"Wait until you defeat them before you talk big."

Ye Feng's disdainful smile only served to infuriate Poison Scorpion further, causing veins to throb angrily on his forehead.

However, he knew that now was not the time to deal with Ye Feng; his first priority was to take down the Dao Association's boxer!

"You just wait!" Poison Scorpion snarled at Ye Feng, before turning and walking away.

No sooner had Poison Scorpion returned to his spot than nearly a hundred people burst through the doors of the bar, walking in with a clamor.

These were the members of the He Dao Association, and among them, Ye Feng spotted a familiar face!

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