Not now. At least... not now.
However, half an hour later, when Chao Youye reluctantly drank half a cup of milk under Ye Qingliu's silent gaze and was about to follow the advice and go to the lounge to lie down for a while, the screen of his private mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up.
It was a text message. No signature, just a photo.
The angle from which the photo was taken seemed to be through the glass windows of a building opposite the one where the president's office was located.
The picture is a bit blurry, but you can clearly see the familiar figure - Mu Xinrong - in the brightly lit lobby on the first floor of the group building.
He didn't sit in the comfortable waiting area, nor did he wander around anxiously. He just stood there, alone, straight and upright in the middle of the empty, cold hall. He wore a thin, dark coat, and a light layer of snow fell on his shoulders.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes penetrating the glass curtain wall and the distant distance, looking stubbornly and firmly at the top floor - looking in the direction where Chao Youye was at the moment!
Beneath the photo, there was a single, brief yet weighty line of words:
> **[He's still there. The snow is falling heavily. Photo by Ye Qingliu]**
“Pah—”
The milk cup in Chao Youye's hand slipped and the warm liquid splashed onto the expensive carpet.
He suddenly covered his mouth, unable to suppress the violent cough any longer! The suppressed cough sounded particularly harsh in the empty office. Between his fingers, the glaring bright red was like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, shocking!
The backlash from the core of the rules was like a volcano that was completely detonated by this photo and that line of words. The violent energy turbulence instantly broke through the fragile dam that he had forcibly built!
The cold pain and deep fatigue completely engulfed him like a tsunami.
His eyes went dark, his body swayed, and like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell straight to the cold, hard ground!
"You Ye!" Ye Qingliu, who had been standing quietly by the side, reacted as fast as lightning. He took a step forward and steadily held You Ye's cold and thin body in his arms just before he was about to touch the ground.
The person in his arms was terribly light, his face was as pale as paper, there was a glaring trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his brows were tightly furrowed, and even in a coma, his body was twitching slightly due to the great pain.
Ye Qingliu's gray-blue eyes instantly became as cold as ice. He quickly checked Chao Youye's condition and confirmed that it was just the backlash of the rules that caused the energy collapse and temporary shock of the body's functions.
Without hesitation, he picked up Chao Youye and walked towards the office lounge with steady and swift steps. At the same time, he took out his cell phone with his other hand and quickly dialed a number. His voice was cold and clear:
"Jinyue, take the medical kit to the top floor office immediately! The highest-authority channel! Quick!"
The phone call ended. Ye Qingliu carried Chao Youye into the lounge and carefully placed her on the bed.
He looked at Chao Youye's furrowed brows and the glaring red at the corners of her mouth even though she was unconscious. The look behind the lenses was complex and difficult to discern.
He took out his cell phone and clicked on the photo he had "personally" taken and sent - the figure in the lobby downstairs who was looking up stubbornly in the wind and snow.
Then, with his fingers flying, he sent a message to the number that had just sent the text message (actually another encrypted line of his own):
Bring him up. To the top floor lounge. Now.
Send completed. Ye Qingliu put away his phone, walked to the window, and watched the snow falling heavier outside.
The cold snowflakes shattered on the glass, like countless moths flying towards the illusory light.
Downstairs, that stubborn figure in the wind and snow.
Inside the door, this soul is on the verge of breaking.
And there is him, the observer who is outside the chess game of fate but ultimately cannot stand idly by.
This coldest and hottest encounter in this long winter is ultimately unavoidable.
The door is about to be pushed open.
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