Huo Jiayuan didn't know when the match ended that day.
Her mind went blank. When she came to her senses, the cheers turned into applause. No one had been paying attention to her before, but now they were all looking at her with envy.
She didn't understand what was happening.
She only cared whether Meng Yan was dead or alive.
But... where did the person who was just lying on the boxing ring go?
Huo Jiayuan felt like she was dreaming. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Meng Yan standing in front of her.
His body and face were covered in wounds, but only his warm and firm smile gave her a sense of reality.
“Meng Yan…”
"This is for you." He held a medal in his hand.
Huo Jiayuan's heart skipped a beat. She had heard him say that in the underground boxing ring, this kind of medal represented the highest honor.
This is something he earned with his life.
When Meng Yan smiled, the wounds on his face tore open and hurt, but he wasn't afraid of the pain; he was only afraid of her tears.
He raised his hand and placed the medal on her wrist. Just as a referee raises a boxer's hand to announce victory, he also raised Huo Jiayuan's hand and let out a wild, beast-like cheer...
Huo Jiayuan threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. The excited sounds around them seemed to pierce the sky, but all she wanted was to stay with him on a secluded island forever.
After an unknown amount of time, everyone had left, and Huo Jiayuan finally had time to be alone with Meng Yan. She carefully bandaged his wounds, and with the experience from last time, she was much more skilled this time.
She wept as she bandaged herself, without making a sound, and without noticing the deep, passionate eyes of the man opposite her.
"I..." After a long while, Meng Yan finally uttered a low, hoarse voice, "I did it."
"Um?"
“I kept my promise to you.” He chuckled. “I told you I would win.”
Huo Jiayuan's tears, which she had just shed, were brought back to life by him.
"Don't cry, don't cry!" He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe her tears, saying the same words he had after she was injured last time, "I'm not in any pain at all."
But this time, it was much more serious than before.
Last time it was just a superficial wound, but this time he's up against Louis, the one who can kill someone with three punches in the boxing ring.
This was his life-or-death battle, and also Huo Jiayuan's fierce battle.
“Meng Yan,” Huo Jiayuan sobbed for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence, but still managed to choke out four words, “I believe in you…”
Meng Yan's heart was suddenly struck by something.
The significance of these four to him is self-evident.
“Really, I believe you.” She looked up at him. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. I’m not oblivious to how you’ve treated me these past few days. I know… I know you definitely have many secrets, but it’s okay. You can tell me if you want, or I won’t ask if you don’t want to…”
"In short, I believe in you. No matter what you do, I... I will believe in you!"
Meng Yan was stunned for a long time, and a smile slowly spread across his lips.
He gently embraced her, his other hand cupping the back of her head. Before Huo Jiayuan could react, a passionate kiss landed on her lips...
Huo Jiayuan's pupils suddenly contracted!
She was startled, then suddenly became infatuated. She instinctively pushed him away, but as soon as her small hand touched his firm chest muscles, she was completely defeated.
This dreamlike feeling made her feel as if she were floating on clouds. She was a little shy, but she couldn't bear to refuse.
Meng Yan's kiss was passionate and intense, as if he wanted to pour all his passion for her into it, and he wanted to make this moment eternal.
"I love you." He whispered hoarsely, his lips pressed against hers, "Yuan Yuan, don't leave me..."
Huo Jiayuan nodded instinctively. Her whole body was hot, every cell was hot, and every inch of her skin was ignited by him.
...
That night, Meng Yan dreamed that she was back on that battlefield.
The scene was one of utter devastation, littered with blood, much like his fight with Louis in the boxing ring earlier that day. He shuffled forward, step by step, stepping through the bloodstains, and for a moment he even wondered if this was a dream or reality.
He kept calling out those names, those who had fought alongside him, all of whom turned into wisps of smoke and swept past him.
"You'll never find them!" Suddenly a deep voice came from the air.
Meng Yan was startled and looked around before finally seeing a figure gradually become clear in the thick fog.
"Meng Yan, do you want to kill me again?!"
Meng Yan stood there blankly, feeling a pain as if her bones had been ripped away.
The killing of blood relatives is probably the most painful thing in the world. He was clearly his own flesh and blood, yet they pointed guns at him.
Meng Yan's lips moved, and after a long while, she finally uttered that word: "Dad..."
At the prime of his life, he never imagined that one day he would face off against his own father on the battlefield.
His father gave him a cold look, a deep smile on his face.
"You killed me, and you lost everything." A cold voice surrounded him. "You'll get nothing, not even that girl!"
Meng Yan opened her eyes wide, and her breathing gradually became difficult.
"You're an extreme and fragile person. A war has broken you! You'd rather fight in underground boxing matches here than go back to Southeast Asia and face everything! What right do you have to be with that girl? Can you give her happiness?"
Meng Yan shook his head desperately; he wanted to refute, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"You are not capable of making her happy!"
"She is a noble swan, and you are a dog stuck in the mud!"
"If you stay with her, she will be dragged down terribly by you!"
"No—" Meng Yan roared, suddenly waking up from his dream, his body covered in cold sweat.
The clock struck just then, its hands pointing to four in the morning, the darkest point before dawn.
Meng Yan composed himself, rushed into the bathroom, and vigorously washed his face with cold water. The icy feeling couldn't dispel the heat and irritability, and it took him a long time to calm himself down.
He went outside to check on Huo Jiayuan. She was lying on the sofa, fast asleep. He went over and covered her with a light blanket; she always did this when she woke up, kicking her little feet around, and her sleeping posture wasn't very pretty.
Meng Yan chuckled softly, his bandaged hand gently brushing through her hair. She stirred slightly, laughing happily as if lost in a dream.
He felt waves of pain in the softest part of his heart.
Yes, he's full of secrets, what right does he have to give her happiness?
Although he didn't know her background, he could tell that she was a girl who had been well protected since childhood. The partner she was looking for should be like Xiao Rong, not someone like him...
Meng Yan felt a slight soreness in his nose, gently kissed her forehead, and picked up his phone to send a message.
This time, he would personally escort her away from this place.
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