"The farce is over."
Those five words exploded through Su Qinghui's mind like a thunderclap.
She turned around in astonishment and saw a profile that was utterly familiar, yet completely strange.
Was that still Qin Feng?
From Su Qinghui's usual quiet observations, Qin Feng had merely been an ordinary top student—excellent at studying, but somewhat solitary.
He was bad at socializing, had few friends, and always ate lunch alone in a quiet corner of the cafeteria.
After classes ended in the afternoon, he would ride that slightly worn electric scooter through the city streets and alleys, working tirelessly for a few yuan in delivery fees.
More than once, Su Qinghui had urged the younger members of her family to place orders and specifically request him as their delivery rider, just so he could earn a little more without hurting his pride.
She had thought she was protecting an ordinary person who still struggled to shine beneath life's crushing pressure.
But at that moment, the man standing before her wore an almost cruel curve at the corner of his lips. There was none of the panic an ordinary student should have had in his eyes—only the amusement and excitement of a cat toying with a mouse.
It was the absolute confidence of someone who held everything in the palm of his hand.
This was not the boy in her memories who had picked locust blossoms for her, much less the aloof senior she had quietly protected.
This Qin Feng was unfamiliar, powerful, and dangerous!
Just as Su Qinghui's heart was shaken to its core, Qin Feng stepped forward and completely shielded her behind him.
He did not even look back, merely saying in an unquestionable tone, "Stand farther away. Don't let the blood splash on you."
"You..." Su Qinghui opened her