She's just as domineering as you.

A temporal turbulence violently threw the five people out of the warm yet heartbreaking atmosphere of the wedding and into a completely different time and space.

The sight that came into view made even those who had experienced many hardships feel a chill.

My ears were instantly filled with the sporadic, piercing sounds of gunfire, the frantic running of crowds, and the hoarse cries of newsboys hawking war news.

The air was thick with the smells of gunpowder, dust, and a faint, almost imperceptible stench of blood, making it suffocating.

The streets were in ruins, the walls were riddled with bullet holes, and pedestrians hurried along, their eyes filled with fear and unease.

"What kind of hellhole is this?" Ji Qianqiu looked around warily, instinctively gripping his battle axe, the blade gleaming coldly. "It's even more chaotic than the Demon Abyss! Why is there so much banging everywhere? It's so noisy!" He stomped his foot in frustration, feeling that the spiritual energy here was even thinner and scarcer than the world where the iron box was running around, making him feel very uncomfortable and stifled.

Ye Wuyang's divine sense swept across the area, instantly bombarded by a flood of fragments of chaotic, fearful, and desperate emotions. His brows furrowed, and a chill settled around him: "A chaotic world. A murderous aura fills the land, and slaughter never ceases." He calmly assessed the environment, but the negative emotions still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Shen Yunzhou's gaze was drawn to a group of soldiers running past. They were dressed in uniform khaki military uniforms, their steps were neat and heavy, their faces were cold and hard, and their eyes carried the sharpness and numbness honed by the battlefield.

This cold, hard aura inexplicably resonated with and aroused a sense of vigilance within the sword intent of annihilation within him. "...This place...the aura...it feels somewhat familiar?" he murmured to himself, his doubts deepening.

Xie Chen's fingertips shimmered with starlight, and the virtual star chart rapidly deduced, only to vanish just as quickly. His expression was grave: "The spacetime coordinates have shifted dramatically once again... This place is engulfed in war, and the dragon energy has collapsed, a sign of the dynasty's demise and the fragmentation of power among warlords... The causal lines are chaotic and heavy. We must be extremely cautious and must not easily get caught up in an excessively large causal vortex."

Fang Heng looked at the fleeing people with their families and bewildered expressions not far away, his brows furrowing tightly: "In this chaotic world, people are suffering... Sister, please don't let yourself be taken advantage of in a place like this..." A deep worry welled up in his heart.

Following that faint, unseen sense, the five quietly arrived at a church hospital that had been temporarily requisitioned.

The pungent smell of disinfectant mingled with the strong stench of blood. Wounded soldiers crowded the corridors and makeshift wards, and groans, coughs, and the hurried footsteps of medical staff filled the air.

Then, they saw her again.

Fang Li was dressed in a pristine white nurse's uniform, which, despite being stained with blood in some places, still looked clean and striking. Her long hair was neatly tied back, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead as she knelt intently beside a seriously wounded patient, carefully cleaning his gruesome wounds.

With focused eyes and practiced movements, although fatigue was etched on her brows, it only accentuated a calm and resilient temperament, like a white magnolia quietly blooming amidst the smoke of battle.

The five people were stunned again, their hearts skipping a beat.

"It's my sister!" Fang Heng's eyes lit up, then his expression turned to one of deep concern. "How did she end up in such a dangerous place! But... wearing those clothes... looking so busy... she actually looks quite capable..."

Ye Wuyang's gaze followed her figure closely, and the chill around him unconsciously subsided slightly: "...Saving lives and healing the wounded, benevolence and skill...it seems to be her nature." He murmured softly, his approval tinged with undisguised tenderness.

Looking at her focused and gentle profile, Shen Yunzhou's dormant sword heart stirred slightly: "A compassionate heart... also needs a sharp sword to protect it."

Ji Qianqiu scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "Junior Sister looks quite pretty in this white dress... like a little fairy! It's just that she looks so tired! It's heartbreaking to see her like this!"

Just then, a loud screech of brakes came from the hospital entrance!

A military jeep kicked up dust and came to a sudden stop.

A young officer, wearing a military cloak and shiny military boots, with a face exactly like Shen Yunzhou's, strode in, followed closely by his adjutant.

He had an extremely strong aura, carrying a sense of oppression mixed with the smoke of gunpowder and the iron and blood. Wherever he went, the wounded soldiers and medical staff would subconsciously hold their breath and lower their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

The officer was on routine patrol, his cold gaze sweeping over the busy medical staff, but freezing the moment it touched Fang Li's figure!

He had seen too many beautiful women, some charming and others aloof, but he had never seen such clean and resilient eyes, eyes that seemed to shine even amidst bloodshed and suffering.

He stopped in his tracks, staring intently at Fang Li without any attempt to hide his amazement!

That one glance caused Shen Yunzhou, who was hiding to the side, to suddenly shrink his pupils and catch his breath!

"...!" He clearly felt the undisguised predatoryness in the eyes of that "self," an emotional expression that was completely opposite to the cold and restrained nature within him.

This unfamiliar and intense shock shook him to his core, and his self-perception was challenged like never before.

The officer then addressed the rushing hospital director in a cold, unyielding voice: "I'll protect that woman. Give her the best medicine first. If she needs anything, just ask my adjutant."

Ye Wuyang scoffed coldly, her icy gaze sweeping over Shen Yunzhou, who was breathing heavily beside her: "Using power to bestow favors is merely a facade, utterly despicable. You're just as domineering as I am."

Shen Yunzhou frowned, ignoring Ye Wuyang's sarcasm, and said in a deep voice, "Protect?... This move... wouldn't it put her in the public eye?" He preferred to eliminate all potential threats secretly rather than put her in the spotlight so publicly, and he did not agree with this approach.

Ji Qianqiu nodded in agreement: "Yes! He's a real man! He knows how to treat his junior sister well!" He thought the officer was straightforward and decisive.

Xie Chen waved his fan and analyzed, "In chaotic times, this move, though direct and brutal, can provide her with a layer of protection the fastest. However... it is too domineering and may not be what she herself wants."

Fang Heng curled his lip and said, "Tsk, what's with the show-off!" Although he was annoyed, he had to admit, "But... being able to get scarce medicine is somewhat useful." He gave it a barely positive evaluation.

From then on, rain or shine, the officer's military jeep would always arrive at the hospital entrance on time.

He would often lean lazily against the car door, his gaze piercing through the crowd, firmly fixed on Fang Li's figure.

Fang Li initially showed obvious resistance and avoidance, trying to steer clear of him. Later, she gradually became resigned and acquiesced, after all, he did provide real protection and supplies.

Later, perhaps even she herself didn't realize that in such an uncertain environment, seeing that familiar car and that person would give rise to a subtle sense of dependence and reassurance in her heart.

This daily "punctual check-in" fueled the jealousy of the five people behind the scenes.

Every time Ye Wuyang saw that jeep, the temperature around him would drop a few degrees, and he would mutter, "...a persistent ghost." His annoyance was obvious.

Shen Yunzhou stared intently at the officer's hand casually resting on his sidearm, his eyes sharp as knives, silently thinking, "...If he dares to use force, even if he is 'himself,' I will kill him!" Jealousy and vigilance intertwined.

Ji Qianqiu looked at the jeep and muttered enviously, "This metal box runs faster than a thoroughbred horse! It's so cool! When I get back, I'll get one for my junior sister to drive around in!" He even nudged Shen Yunzhou next to him with his elbow in annoyance, "Hey, you cold-faced, show-off guys, do you all drive this metal box? You just love to show off, don't you?" He started attacking indiscriminately.

Fang Heng crossed his arms and sneered sourly, "Coming every day? Showing off his car, huh? Little sister, don't fall for this sweet talk! We need to be on our guard!"