Bengtie, I'm really not a villain!

At this time, she would always be like a helpless and dependent koala, wrapping herself around Mei with both hands and feet, and burying her head in the other's warm bed.

Mei's faint cherry blossom scent could always instantly soothe her tense nerves. She could only fall asleep peacefully by burying her face deep in Mei's neck and listening to the other's soft heartbeat.

On the training field, during those days of sweating profusely, unexpected injuries are inevitable.

She tripped and fell, scraping her knee and drawing blood. The pain made her eyes red.

Mei immediately rushed over and carefully half-hugs her on her lap, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure.

Mei picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and gently applied it to the wound while humming a tuneless but incredibly warm song. The song was like a spring breeze, making the pain less unbearable.

Even secretly hiding each other's hair accessories became their own childish and fun game.

The sound of their laughter echoed in the room, and that scene remains vividly imprinted in Kiana's mind to this day.

But now, are those intimate moments, softened by the moonlight and filled with sweetness, about to be completely crushed by this sudden appearance of Jingye?

Kiana felt as if her throat was blocked by a wad of cotton, extremely dry.

"Mei... what about our past..."

Before she could finish speaking, the monitor's piercing alarm cut her off like a sharp blade.

The purple pattern on Jing Ye's chest exploded suddenly, like a lit fuse, emitting an eerie light.

The metal railings of the hospital bed creaked and twisted under the immense force, as if they were writhing in agony.

Almost instinctively, Raiden Mei pounced like a purple lightning bolt, pressing down on the restless body with both hands, her hair flying wildly under the impact of energy.

At that moment, Kiana felt as if she had been frozen in place by an invisible force, becoming invisible and forgotten by the entire world.

She watched helplessly as Raiden Mei's loose hair brushed gently against Jingye's pale face, a sight that stung her eyes.

The hands that had so tenderly wiped away her tears and comforted her countless times were now bulging with veins, straining with all their might to subdue this stranger. A bittersweet emotion churned wildly in her chest.

Like spilling a bottle of carefully prepared sauce, the sweet past and the bitter reality exploded on her tongue, almost suffocating her, and even her breath carried a strong rusty taste.

"You never let anyone into our room..."

She murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a sigh in the breeze, yet carrying a deep, piercing sorrow.

The stickers on the wall each record their laughter and promises; the shared headphones once played the music they both loved; the mornings when they brushed their teeth together at the same sink, the sunlight shining on them, were full of the warmth of life.

Kiana felt like a poor cat who had been guarding a plate full of dried fish, only to watch helplessly as someone else took it away; her fur was practically standing on end.

My heart was overflowing with grievances and resentment, and I felt as if all my energy had been drained away, completely devoid of my usual vitality.

Her eyes were wide and round, like two sparkling sapphires, staring intently at Raiden Mei, who was determinedly and methodically preparing to move Jingye into their cozy "boudoir," as if she wanted to see a hole through her friend.

In that instant, it was as if an absurd projector had suddenly been turned on in Kiana's mind, uncontrollably playing out all sorts of outrageous images.

She could almost see a scene from the future: one day after training, she would drag her tired body back to her dormitory, looking forward to collapsing onto her soft bed as usual, and casually taking out the strawberry chocolate she had been treasuring for a long time, which she had prepared to comfort herself when she was feeling down.

But when she pushed open the door, she saw Mei and Jingye sitting comfortably on the girly pink carpet, their heads close together, chatting and laughing as they shared the chocolate she treasured. They looked incredibly intimate.

She was like an unwanted outsider, left out in the cold, only able to watch helplessly as her precious treasure was "divided up".

And on those quiet nights, whenever there was thunder or she had a nightmare, she would quickly crawl into Mei's bed, rightfully claiming her exclusive "Mei hug spot," and fall asleep sweetly in Mei's gentle embrace.

But now, she could almost picture herself waking up in the middle of the night to find Jingye, like a tyrannical wolf, comfortably nestled in her "cuddle spot," with Mei's hand gently resting on him, while she could only stand there helplessly.

"Oh my god! This is like a real-life 'The domineering CEO steals my little wife' story! Why am I so miserable!"

Kiana screamed hysterically in her mind, a sound so loud it seemed to pierce the sky.

Her face, initially filled with shock, began to change as if by magic, gradually transforming into an expression of utter despair.

With a drooping mouth and eyes revealing deep despair, he looked exactly like a pitiful creature toyed with by fate.

Just then, she was suddenly struck by lightning and remembered that she had been a "love wingman" who was full of energy and had been racking her brains to plan all sorts of romantic and bubbly encounters for Mei and Jingye.

She carefully selected the location, imagined various conversations, and even played the background music for the chance encounter on repeat in her mind countless times.

Looking back now, I realize that I wasn't helping at all; I dug a pit myself and then stupidly pushed Mei into it!

Thinking of this, Kiana couldn't help but raise her hand and slap her forehead hard, inwardly calling herself a complete "fool" for being so foolish!

Kiana, growing angrier and more aggrieved the more she thought about it, was now acting like a sulking child.

They started counting on their fingers, listing one by one the "crimes" that Jing Ye was about to "commit".

"Mei and I used to put on face masks together every week and share all sorts of wonderful and private moments while we did it. Now that's definitely going to be a thing of the past!"

And that adorable electronic pet we'd agreed to raise together—it was originally just our little darling, but now it'll probably inexplicably become a three-person pet, and Jingye might even raise it into something weird!

The worst part is that those super cute little codes that only Mei and I know—Jingye might become a pro at using them too! What secrets will we have left then?!

Kiana became more and more excited as she recounted her story. In the end, her eyes suddenly widened as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

She felt as if the world before her eyes had instantly been shrouded in a green filter, transforming into an endless "green grassland."

On the top of her head, two bright, dazzling, and glaring "forgiveness green" patches seemed to have grown at a visible speed, swaying gently in the wind, as if mercilessly mocking her tragic fate.

"No! I absolutely cannot give up so easily!"

Kiana suddenly seemed to be injected with a powerful force, straightening her back abruptly, and her previously limp braids swung vigorously with her movement.

But reality is always cruel. Just as she was getting excited and ready to show her skills, her gaze inadvertently swept over Raiden Mei's back as she focused on taking care of Keiya.

That focused look made Kiana instantly deflate like a punctured balloon, all her fighting spirit vanishing without a trace.

Her shoulders slumped limply, her once proud head drooped, and she mumbled weakly.

"How about... I go online and search for the same green hat first? At least even if I lose, I'll lose with a tiny bit of a sense of ceremony..."

As she spoke, she reached up and touched the top of her head, a wry smile on her face.

When the dormitory door clicked shut behind her, the subtle sound, in the quiet space, felt like a heavy hammer blow to Raiden Mei's heart.

She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, leaning wearily against the cold door, her back pressed against the chilly wooden board. Her nerves, which had been taut for so long, finally relaxed briefly.

Inside the dormitory, the familiar scent of cherry blossom incense gently permeated every inch of the air.

But today, this delicate fragrance was brutally shattered by the masculine scent on Jing Ye that she knew so well.

Two completely different scents, like two tangled threads, intertwined and entangled, constantly swirling through her nasal cavity, just like her chaotic and confused thoughts at this moment, which she could not unravel no matter what.

Her steps were slow and heavy, each step feeling like walking on cotton, soft and weak, yet carrying a tremendous weight.

Slowly, she walked to the bedside, her gaze finally landing on Jing Ye's bloodless, pale face.

At this moment, the boy, who had fallen into a coma, was as quiet as a baby isolated from the world, devoid of any of his former sharpness and brilliance.

His face appeared so calm in the soft light, yet this appearance was constantly overlapping and separating from the image deep in Raiden Mei's memory: a figure wearing white gloves, standing tall, wielding cold chains with an air of ruthlessness that could freeze a person. This image repeatedly tugged at her heartstrings.

Her fingers trembled slightly involuntarily, hovering above the mysterious purple pattern on Jing Ye's chest. She hesitated for a long time, but still dared not to touch it.

Under the gentle caress of the moonlight, the patterns seemed to come alive, flowing and shimmering eerily, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. They were like some kind of mysterious and powerful seal, locking away unknown secrets, or like an entrance to an endless abyss, exuding a chilling aura that both tempted her and filled her with fear.

"Are you the same person I know?"

She finally spoke, her voice as soft as a breeze that might vanish at any moment, or as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping shadow. Her voice trembled slightly at the end, a barely perceptible tremor that betrayed the deep turmoil and hesitation in her heart.

Involuntarily, the image of Kiana's eyes sparkling with gossip when she misunderstood something came to mind—like two bright, twinkling stars, full of curiosity and excitement.

There was also Himeko's teasing expression, a half-smile playing on her lips, her smile carrying a hint of amusement, as if she were watching an amusing farce.

Thinking about all this, she suddenly felt that it was all so absurd.

To others, this might just be a wonderful, romantic encounter, the beginning of a beautiful story woven by fate.

But only she knew deeply how much bloodshed and betrayal lay hidden behind this encounter.

The moments she spent with Keiya in Izumo were like an indelible scar, deeply etched into her soul.

The betrayal that she hated and found complex ultimately transformed into a heartbreaking truth on the battlefield, accompanied by the death of her closest friends and family whom she wanted to protect the most.

Now, the person who once filled her with fear and hatred lies quietly on her bed, completely unguarded, like a wounded lamb.

Thinking of this, her nails unconsciously dug deep into her palms, and a sharp pain instantly struck, making her more alert.

Raiden Mei firmly believed that this was a meticulously planned scheme, using his seemingly weak and powerless appearance to deceive everyone.

Just like back then, he used that gentle, warm spring sunshine illusion, but ultimately brought about a devastating disaster.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight filtered through the thin gauze curtains, gently spilling into the room like fine silver sand, casting small, hazy shadows on Jing Ye's slightly trembling eyelashes.

Raiden Mei seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and suddenly leaned down, her nose almost touching Jingye's forehead, their breaths seemingly intertwining.

Her gaze was fixed on Jing Ye.

Her gaze gradually hardened, as if a blazing flame had been ignited within her.

"You won't succeed."

She lowered her voice and murmured each word slowly and deliberately, her voice carrying an undeniable determination.

"You won't succeed."

Raiden Mei's voice was as soft as a candle flickering in the wind, trembling slightly in the quiet dormitory, yet it carried a resolute tone.

Her clenched palms were so tight that her nails dug deep into her flesh, and blood seeped out silently. The piercing pain, mixed with the burning hatred in her heart, was like a fire that scorched her nerve endings.

Lost in her emotions, she was completely unaware that the silvery moonlight that had been shining on the windowsill had been quietly obscured by large patches of dark clouds, until a chilling sensation suddenly ran down the back of her neck.

The chill didn't come from the airflow inside the room, but from a terrifying feeling of being watched closely by a hunter, with nowhere to hide, like an icy hand slowly stroking her back.

"Squeak—" The combat boots screeched sharply across the wooden floor, shattering the oppressive silence.

In an instant, Raiden Mei was caught completely off guard and ran into a pair of eyes as deep as the endless night.

Jing Ye had woken up at some point. He was leaning against the headboard, his body shrouded in shadow. Only his pale face was faintly visible in the darkness, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

The purple patterns on his chest seemed alive, flickering eerily with his weak breaths, adding a touch of mystery and danger to the already terrifying scene.

He sat there quietly, his elbows resting lightly on the edge of the bed, his chin slightly raised. His posture seemed languid, but his eyes were like silver needles coated with deadly poison, carrying a deadly chill, piercing straight into Raiden Mei's eyes with unerring precision.

Under that gaze, Raiden Mei felt as if her blood had been instantly frozen, solidifying in her veins, and her limbs and bones were as if they were encased in a thick layer of ice, rendering her unable to move.

Those eyes were like a door to painful memories of the past, instantly pulling her back to that unbearable night.

At this moment, the man before her no longer laughed wildly, nor did he make a sound. He simply stared at her silently, yet the temperature in the entire room plummeted. Every inch of air seemed to be frozen into sharp ice crystals, making it difficult to breathe.

Raiden Mei instinctively stepped back, her back slamming heavily against the wall with a dull thud, causing the summer festival photo on her bedside table to shake violently.

In the photo, Kiana's smile is as bright and carefree as the summer sun, appearing and disappearing in the darkness, forming a stark and cruel contrast with the abyss-like coldness in Jing Ye's eyes.

Raiden Mei felt her heart clench suddenly, and her throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

The lightning patterns beneath her combat suit seemed to sense her intense fear and rage, burning intensely. The heat radiated through the fabric, causing her fingertips to tremble uncontrollably. This tremor surged from the depths of her soul.

She was all too familiar with this feeling; the last time she felt this desperate and helpless was when she severed all ties with her own hands, her heart turned to ashes, and her once black hair instantly turned to frost and snow.

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder roared outside the window, and a blinding flash of lightning instantly illuminated the entire room, as well as the turbulent undercurrent in Jing Ye's eyes, revealing a malice and madness hidden within, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

He maintained that chilling posture, like a sinister statue forged from fear and death, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

In that split second, Raiden Mei seemed to see countless thick chains bursting from the ground, baring their fangs and claws as they wrapped around her, tightly binding her limbs, dragging her step by step back into that endless abyss filled with blood, betrayal, and pain.

The echo of the thunder lingered in her ears like a ghost, and Raiden Mei's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, as if she had contracted some kind of incurable tremor.

She stared intently at Jing Ye's pale face, which was almost transparently white, like a sheet of rice paper eroded by time. The undulating purple lines on his chest twisted and changed in the dim light, gradually transforming into the merciless chains that had bound her mother years ago, tightening again and again on her already wounded heart.

As if possessed, her hand slowly rose, the movement mechanical and stiff, like a puppet controlled by invisible threads.

When her icy fingertips touched Jingye's fragile neck, Raiden Mei's body trembled violently, and a jolt of electric current-like pain spread from her fingertips throughout her body.

In an instant, memories surged forth like a raging flood—the shocking bruises on her mother's neck perfectly overlapped with the pale skin of the night before her eyes, the screams she had forcibly suppressed in her heart, the blood splattering everywhere, and the resolute slash she had swung with trembling hands, all of which overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

"Why... why are you doing this to us!"

These words screamed wildly in her heart, each one like a sharp dagger piercing the depths of her soul.

Her fingers tightened suddenly, her nails digging deep into Jing Ye's neck, her knuckles turning white from the force.

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It was as if he wanted to inject all the pain and hatred of the past years into his body through his fingertips.

However, Jing Ye remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on her, a complex light flickering within them—a light that seemed to hold mockery, provocation, and some other emotion she couldn't decipher.

He made a faint sound in his throat, but showed no intention of struggling, letting her do as she pleased.

Beneath his disheveled hair, it seemed as if he were silently mocking her weakness and pain.