Biyao, Zhang Lu, Yang Shu, and Fu Huixia forcefully overwheld with their words, showing no courtesy, explaining the seriousness of the situation, with a naturally strong tone of warning and threat.
Yan Sinna imdiately felt extrely aggrieved, a deep sense of injustice welling up inside her. She glanced at each of the four won, dismissing the title of instructor, but ngyao’s use of "brother-in-law" for Ye Fan made her particularly disheartened.
"I know you, you’re the national goddess Chu Biyao, right?" Yan Sinna looked at Biyao and said seriously.
Back in high school, she and many in her class were fans of the national goddess. Of course, she wasn’t a hardcore fan, but still a quite enthusiastic one. Luckily, she didn’t see ngyao up close; otherwise, she might have mistaken her.
At this mont, Yan Sinna felt no sense of superiority, not even the slightest self-consolation of superiority.
Indeed, aside from saving Ye Fan, compared to each woman she encountered today, she felt inferior.
In terms of appearance or temperant, she couldn’t compare.
In Yuyang Town, she was considered a beauty, yet among the three groups of won present, she couldn’t hold a candle to any one of them.
At this mont, to maintain a sense of presence, Yan Sinna even suppressed her intense admiration for the national goddess, clinging to her last ounce of dignity, a dignity that was fragile and easily shattered.
Yan Sinna had to admit a fact: the seriousness of the situation involved the life and death of the national goddess, implicated the lives of many in the military, and including the two groups of ngyao and Shen Yaqing, who knows how many lives were at stake. All of this was inextricably linked to Ye Fan.
Looking at these won with increasingly mysterious identities and backgrounds, Yan Sinna despairingly realized she was too ordinary. The pride she once held among ordinary people had now completely vanished.
The national goddess called Brother Bing "brother-in-law," so naturally, it was clear who Brother Bing’s wife was.
Chu ngyao, the na of this female powerhouse, was known to almost everyone.
"Yes, I am," Biyao replied straightforwardly.
Inside, the waves of emotion surged through Yan Sinna, but Biyao and the others didn’t express much concern.
"It’s not like it’s the end of the world. Listening to you, it’s as if the apocalypse is upon us," Yan Sinna quipped. She only displayed a semblance of arrogance before turning to leave.
Feeling pressured and prickled, she could only slink away, outwardly feigning indifference.
"Why bother? Comparing your vanity to ours—a foolish endeavor. Despite having a fragile and sensitive ego, she insists on acting strong, isn’t she just asking for trouble? In her heart, she likely holds quite a grudge against us, and her self-esteem is shattered by her own comparisons. Doesn’t she realize she’s herself, why worry so much?" Fu Huixia pointed out Yan Sinna’s complexity incisively.
"You can’t bla her. Won are instinctively competitive. Isn’t that the way of most people nowadays? As long as they feel superior in so way, they gain psychological advantage. Besides, she’s from the bottom rung; our presence disrupted her peace of mind. With Ye Fan caught in the middle, she ended up suffering by comparison. Even if we didn’t trouble her, our identities alone would impose too much pressure. Not to ntion her vain attempts to show off in front of us; she had it coming." Yang Shu analyzed nonchalantly.
Unwillingly, Yan Sinna conveyed Biyao and the others’ intentions to Brother Bing.
As Ye Fan approached, Biyao and the others refrained from discussing unrelated topics.
The four won fixed their unwavering gaze on Ye Fan, yet he appeared calm and indifferent.
"Brother-in-law, why don’t you sit down so we can talk?" Biyao suggested softly.
"Just say what you have to say," Ye Fan said, unconcerned about formalities, but very attentive to the four won’s intentions in front of him.
"If I die, would you regret it?" Biyao asked.
"What do you an?" Ye Fan frowned, unable to comprehend these questions, yet sensing the underlying danger.
"Many people want to kill us because you’ve lost your mory. They intend to strike while you’re weak. If I die, my sister—your fiancée—will die too, as will these people beside , and those you’ve t earlier won’t be spared either. The opposition is ruthless, and their aggression could extend to this small town, affecting those who have helped and care for you. They’re likely to stop at nothing to kill you and us." Biyao revealed everything with a heavy heart and continued, "Also, there’s Ye Juanjuan’s family of three, who are your relatives; they wouldn’t survive either."
Biyao intentionally exaggerated the danger. Although these outcos were highly probable, they hadn’t yet occurred.
Her sole purpose was to force Ye Fan into action.
Ye Fan’s face turned grim, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Biyao pressed further, "If we all die, the responsibility falls on you. Only you can avert disaster and save everyone, so before things get out of hand, you must rember. Otherwise, if you rember too late, regrets will be in vain."
Her words were sharp, directly tying everyone’s life and death to Ye Fan’s shoulders.
The implication seed to be that if Ye Fan didn’t recall his past, it would all be his fault.
Biyao could have gone to a safe house, where it was truly secure, but to add pressure on Ye Fan, she ca to Yuyang Town, personally applying all the pressure.
She believed that with Ye Fan’s familiarity with her, he would surely take her words seriously.
Fu Huixia scrutinized Ye Fan’s every move with the gaze of a doctor watching a patient, not missing a single expression.
Zhang Lu and Yang Shu were equally worried, fearful that Ye Fan might dismiss them carelessly. But upon seeing Ye Fan’s painful and tornted expression, they felt sowhat reassured.
Ye Fan didn’t know what to say, initially wanting to refute Biyao’s words loudly, insisting it had none of his concern, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
"Brother-in-law, you must strive hard, harder, and never give up. We’re waiting for you to rescue us from this crisis. I really don’t want to see you picking up our bodies." Biyao’s every word etched deeply.
"I feel like I’ve committed a great cri," Ye Fan sighed powerlessly, then looked at Fu Huixia, "I don’t like the way you’re looking at ."
"That’s normal. You once seed inscrutable. Now, because of worry and anxiety, you’ve opened up your inner world, and I’m seeing through so aspects of it. Naturally, you’re unhappy." Fu Huixia replied indifferently.
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