The Crisis of the Red Thread! Matchmaker God: Little Brother, I've Been Awaiting You for Quite Some Time!

"Whoosh—"

Sun Yourong abruptly threw back the covers. The bedside lamp snapped on, its blinding halo exploding through the darkness.

She stared fixedly at her wrist.

A faint blackish-red thread was slithering beneath her skin like a living thing, radiating a subtle heat.

"Impossible..."

Her lips trembled, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Bang—!

Without a moment's hesitation, her figure flashed. She smashed through the window, divine power surging around her as she flew north with all her might.

Almost at the same time, in the room next door.

Sun Qingcang, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and saw a streak of light flash past the window.

"Rongrong?!"

He sprang to his feet.

"What is it?" His wife, Song, woke with a start and rubbed her bleary eyes.

"I'm heading out. Go back to sleep!"

Before he had finished speaking, Sun Qingcang had already turned into a streak of light and shot out the window.

The sudden commotion immediately woke the entire Sun family villa, lights flickering on one after another.

"What happened?" Sun Dechang hurried over with a coat draped around his shoulders.

"I don't know. Rongrong isn't in her room either!" Song's face went pale as a sense of foreboding rose within her. "Dad, it looks like... something happened!"

In the night sky over the southern part of the city.

Sun Yourong gritted her teeth and pushed all her divine power to fly north at breakneck speed.

Yet what made her scalp tingle was this:

The name "Zhao Wanliang" kept churning and echoing through her mind like a maggot clinging to bone.

"How could this... how could this happen?" Her voice shook.

Just then, Sun Qingcang's urgent shout came from behind her. "Rongrong! What happened?"

Feeling the divine power in her