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Hospital.

Ye Xiangwan was tending to a young girl's wounded knee, carefully wrapping the injury. As she turned to reach for the medical kit, she caught sight of Feng Jinyan—a man she hadn't seen in six years. She froze on the spot.

The man's face was as handsome as it had been all those years ago, though now, when he looked at her, there was a trace of coldness between his brows.

Feng Jinyan had returned…

The autumn in the capital had grown chilly. A gust of wind swept through the corridor, carrying with it a bleak scent that cleared the haze in Ye Xiangwan’s mind.

She took a deep breath and watched as Feng Jinyan slowly rose to his feet.

"Ye Xiangwan!"

Feng Jinyan narrowed his eyes, slowly sizing her up, his tone openly mocking and cold. "Seems I should have checked the almanac before leaving home today."

"Brother Jinyan, do you… know each other?" The girl, Lu Yuyao, asked in confusion.

"Know each other?"

Feng Jinyan let out a sneer, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward Ye Xiangwan. "A woman like her isn't even worthy of knowing me."

Ye Xiangwan's chest heaved violently. She looked at the young man who once adored her, now standing before her in a black suit, tall and imposing, an aura of hostility radiating from him. It felt as though a lifetime had passed.

The next moment, before anyone could react, Feng Jinyan raised his hand and pinned her against the wall.

"How do you still have the face to a