Jingmin looked at her haggard face, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes, and asked Aunt Rong in a low voice,

"What exactly happened? Why did she suddenly faint from the shock?"

"Weren't you with her?"

Aunt Rong looked panicked and waved her hands hurriedly.

"I...I don't know either,"

"She went to make a phone call and then...that's how it happened."

Chu Wuyang slowly raised her eyes and looked at Jing Min, who was standing close by.

Her lips trembled, her eyes were confused and pained, and finally she murmured as if she had lost her soul.

"...Jin Xian...he is Xing Ci..."

Jing Min was taken aback, and the look in his eyes suddenly tightened.

When Jing Min heard those words, his brows furrowed and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Xingci? Yangyang, are you... having memory problems?"

His voice carried a hint of cautious inquiry.

He raised his hand and placed it on her forehead, as if to check her temperature.

"How could Jin Xian be Xing Ci... You must have mistaken him for someone else. They don't even look alike."

Chu Wuyang became excited almost instantly, gripping the bedsheets tightly with both hands, her voice trembling slightly but filled with determination.

"It's him! I recognize him... I'm sure, it's definitely him!"

Her chest heaved violently, her eyes reddening, as if she were using every last ounce of her strength to prove something.

"I've confirmed it... five years ago... that fire..."

She hesitated, the name Yang Jinchu stuck in her throat, and ultimately didn't say it.

She wasn't sure why Xingci was hiding her identity, nor was she sure how much Yang Jinchu was concealing.

She could only cling to the certainty in the present moment.

"Jingmin, that's him!"

Jingmin looked at her, his heart churning with turmoil, but he maintained a calm demeanor.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, coaxing her softly.

"Okay, okay... I believe you. Don't get excited, calm down."

Chu Wuyang's eyes welled up with tears, and her nose tingled with a soreness.

Suddenly, as if reminded of something, she abruptly broke free from Jingmin's embrace and pulled out her phone.

The screen lit up, and she tapped the news with trembling fingers.

—"Jin Xian is suspected of involvement in sex trafficking in T country, and has gone missing after being maliciously retaliated against for offending powerful figures..."

—“The agency has issued a statement: requesting fans to assist in finding clues and to do everything possible to rescue the artist!”

She stared at the words on the screen, her heart aching as if it had been cut by a dull knife.

The next second, she almost frantically threw off the covers, put her feet on the ground, and tried to get out of bed while holding onto the edge of the bed.

"Yangyang!"

Jing Min's face darkened, and he immediately reached out to grab her waist.

"Jingmin..."

Chu Wuyang looked up at him, her eyes never so earnest and sincere.

At that moment, all her guilt, relief, panic, and helplessness melted into her eyes.

"Jingmin, please help me... find Jin Xuan, I'm begging you."

Her voice trembled, and her eyes reddened.

"You know, I've never begged you like this before..."

Jingmin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his thin lips were pressed tightly together.

When she looked at him like that, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something.

He rarely saw her plead with him so humbly—not in a coquettish tone, not out of spite.

It was a genuine, heart-wrenching plea for help.

The room fell silent instantly.

At that moment, Jing Min's expression changed slightly.

The fingertip twitched.

It was as if he wanted to reach out and touch her face, but froze in mid-air and slowly withdrew his hand.

A dark glint appeared under his eyes.

He composed himself.

The moment she lowered her eyes, her gaze was cold, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her heart.