Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman slowly turned around. However, as her face gradually appeared before Xiao Yifei, he found his mouth agape, unsure of what to say, because this beautiful woman's face was none other than Tang Rong's. "Tang Rong?" Seeing Tang Rong's face, Xiao Yifei couldn't help but call out.

But just as he finished calling out, "Tang Rong" suddenly became an illusion. Xiao Yifei's hand, which had been holding Tang Song's, grasped nothing but air. Upon looking again, Tang Rong had already vanished. "Tang Rong, Tang Rong!" Xiao Yifei panicked as he saw her disappear.

In a sudden shift, Xiao Yifei found himself in a room, and he wasn't alone. Another person was undressing, and facing Xiao Yifei, he could clearly see her face. But he wished he didn't know who she was, because the face belonged to Hua Xiangrong.

In other words, at that moment, Hua Xiangrong was undressing before Xiao Yifei, while he lazily lay on the bed, quietly waiting. This development seemed quite off, prompting Xiao Yifei to quickly get up to stop Hua Xiangrong and ask, "Xiangrong, why are you here?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Xiangrong suddenly lifted her head, smiled at Xiao Yifei, and then disappeared just like Tang Rong. The room vanished with her.

These two scenes left Xiao Yifei somewhat at a loss, especially with the darkness around him making him feel unsafe. The scene shifted again, and the previously vanished Hua Xiangrong and Tang Rong stood simultaneously before him, extending a hand towards him, smiling.

Facing these two, Xiao Yifei didn't understand their intent. With the same posture, the same smile, they both said, "Come with me." Xiao Yifei was stunned, realizing he was being asked to choose—between them, whom to follow, and where he was.

After a long moment, Xiao Yifei suddenly shook his head and told them, "No. You're not Tang Rong and Hua Xiangrong. Where is this? Let me out." Saying this, he started running away. Even Xiao Yifei himself didn't know what he was afraid of.

Yet the end of the night is always night, and no matter how hard Xiao Yifei ran, darkness awaited him, as if he was trapped in an endless Möbius strip—no beginning or end. Eventually, he stopped.

He felt numb, having run for so long. Turning back, he still saw Hua Xiangrong and Tang Rong reaching out to him, as if he had never left. In fact, Xiao Yifei was already out of breath. "Is this forcing me to choose?" he said with a bitter smile.

Is it only by choosing that he can leave this place? With this thought, Xiao Yifei looked at the two. They just smiled, seemingly not hearing his words. Finally, Xiao Yifei took a step, not to make a choice, but knowing in that instant, he already had an answer.

At that moment, time froze. Hua Xiangrong and Tang Rong retreated fiercely, the surrounding darkness quickly dispersing, driven back by a beam of light.

The pale ceiling, the tubes, and Liu Rui. Seeing all these unfamiliar things, Xiao Yifei felt dizzy. In his mind, he was still in that dark world, so how did he end up here in an instant?

"He's awake, he's awake, Xiao Yifei is awake!" an excited voice echoed in his ears, and suddenly several heads surrounded him. His senses returned to him, and Hua Xiangrong was the first to speak: "Xiao Yifei, you're awake?" She seemed the most thrilled to see him awaken.

Hearing this, Xiao Yifei tried to speak, but found he couldn't utter a word. Liu Rui quickly advised, "If you can't speak, don't force it." Hearing this, Xiao Yifei was startled but understood Liu Rui's meaning, blankly looking at everyone as he recalled frantically.

That day, he was assassinated, and after that, he remembered nothing. Did he faint on that very day? With a quick brain, he realized these things were only known to him; the rest were clueless when they looked at him.

After an unknown amount of time, his senses finally returned, and with a voice carrying some unfamiliarity, Xiao Yifei said, "I...where is this?" Liu Rui smiled and told him he was in a hospital. Frowning, Xiao Yifei asked what happened to him.

"You were knocked unconscious," Hua Xiangrong said, smiling. Seeing him awake was a great relief, making her very happy. Hearing this, Xiao Yifei recalled the memory of fighting to mutual destruction with the assassin and then shouting at Hua Xiangrong that same day.

Looking at Hua Xiangrong, Xiao Yifei realized she was not concerned about it. Sighing, he closed his eyes slowly and said, "Go away for now. Let me rest, and I'll talk to you later." Hearing this, Liu Bailong, who wanted to chat, also left, leaving Xiao Yifei alone in the room.

Once they left, Xiao Yifei slowly opened his eyes. The earlier dream had felt too real.

Not knowing how long he had slept, he felt as if his bodily functions had deteriorated. To avoid any problems, he checked his internal condition, which frightened him: fractured meridians and chaotic energy.

Xiao Yifei felt it was a miracle he was alive. Knowing his poor condition, he dared not act rashly. He just needed to rest quietly.

But Xiao Yifei had different thoughts; he just wanted to recover quickly. After all, the country was still at war. Not knowing the situation, he could only stare outside the window, lost in thought. A few days later, Liu Rui and the others visited again, with Hua Lao accompanying them.

Seeing Xiao Yifei with tubes, Hua Lao was so heartbroken he couldn't speak. He never expected Xiao Yifei to end up like this, saying, "Xiao Yifei, it's my fault for not protecting you." At Xiao Yifei's bedside, Hua Lao kept lamenting, blaming himself.

Hearing this, Liu Rui quickly comforted him, "Hua Lao, it's not your fault; blame those people instead."

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