Song Qingya closed her eyes. In a moment of hazy consciousness, she once again saw that mysterious progress bar suddenly jump to 65%.
'How strange. Why would it pop up at a time like this?'
Just then, Fei Jin's voice, slightly chiding and hushed, sounded by her ear.
"Qingya, you're not paying attention."
His tone held a hint of dissatisfaction, shrouded by restrained emotion.
He bit her lip, his voice low, husky, and leaving no room for refusal. "Look at me."
"Mm..."
She gave a soft sound of assent, but the full, apologetic murmur never left her lips.
When he lifted his gaze, the gloom in his eyes hadn't completely faded. Instead, it gathered like storm clouds between his brows, adding a deep melancholy to his expression.
A resolute thought formed in Fei Jin's mind:
'No matter who or what the future holds, I will unhesitatingly eradicate anything that dares to disrupt our lives or tear us apart.'
'All potential threats must be snuffed out in the bud.'
