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Langya left with a resentful look in his eyes, his tail between his legs.

Ning Zihuan quickly took a "combat shower," washing away the smell of blood and changing into a set of clothes he thought looked good, spritzing on some cologne. A teenage boy in the throes of unrequited love could be somewhat narcissistic, checking himself out in the mirror several times before he finally strode out confidently.

This was the first time she had taken the initiative to seek him out, and Ning Zihuan's mouth was stretched into a grin that almost reached his ears in his joy.

In the living room, the tea was almost cold, but Ning Zihuan still hadn't appeared.

Yun Ya was getting anxious, but the calm she had honed over the years didn't show on her face.

When Ning Zihuan saw the girl sitting on the couch, his eyes lit up.

"Yun Ya," he called her name, stepping towards her.

Yun Ya stood up, her lips pressed tight, "I'm running out of time, Zihuan, I need your help."