Qin Feng's gun was still pressed against his head. After a brief silence, he took out handcuffs and said, "Cuff yourself."

Ouyang Yu stared at him for a few seconds, took the handcuffs, locked them, and threw the key over, "I didn't kill anyone."

"Get in the car." Qin Feng didn't want to waste words with him. He put the key in his pocket and opened the car door.

Ouyang Yu got in from the other side, looked at him, "Got a cigarette?"

Qin Feng tossed the cigarette box over. Ouyang Yu took one, lit it, and took a deep drag, squinting at the whitening horizon. He opened the car window. The wind was strong, making the cigarette glow red, "How is she now?"

"None of your business."

"I didn't kill anyone."

"Lin Fan's grandparents are dead," Qin Feng said. "Has nothing to do with you?"

Ouyang Yu frowned and looked over. Qin Feng continued, "What about the heart-digging case? Lin Fan's life? That's not killing someone?" Just no evidence, "Who set up the Yin Sha under Lin Fan's old house?"

"I can only say I didn't kill anyone."

"What exactly are you?" Qin Feng drove towards the police station.

"That old man isn't human either." Ouyang Yu looked out the window, "He wouldn't do a losing deal. He's helping you because he wants Lin Fan's life."

Qin Feng slammed on the brakes, stared straight at Ouyang Yu, and after a brief silence, pulled the car to the side of the road and turned off the engine, "What did you say?"

"Lin Fan is the last ingredient. She split your lifespan; now it's more suitable. I can't see through your fate, but I can tell you're a blessed person. Using your lifespan to fill a life is very fitting. Unfortunately, you're pure Yang; can't be used for Yin Sha, and no one can forcibly take your life." Ouyang Yu extinguished his cigarette and threw it out the window, "Splitting it with Lin Fan is different. She has a pure Yin constitution; she's the seventh life in the Yin Sha formation."

"Why should I believe you?"

Ouyang Yu suddenly laughed, "You don't have to." He stopped laughing and stared at Qin Feng, "Are you willing to let her die?"

Who is the good guy, who is the bad guy? Qin Feng lit a cigarette, tapping the steering wheel rhythmically. After finishing a cigarette, Qin Feng started the engine, turned the car, and drove off.

"Still don't believe?"

Whether Qin Feng believed or not, he had to send him to the detention center. The seven corpses under Lin Fan's house were connected to him; where did Lei Jun's gun come from? Indirectly causing the death of the grandparents, he couldn't escape these crimes.

"Where are you going now?" Ouyang Yu frowned, looking at the direction.

"Police station," Qin Feng said. "Explain your issues clearly."

"Then I'm not going with you, take care of Lin Fan." Qin Feng turned his head, and Ouyang Yu leaped out of the open window. Qin Feng immediately drew his gun. He was already gone, moving at a speed no human could match. Qin Feng got out of the car with his gun, but the empty road had no trace of Ouyang Yu.

He really wasn't human. Qin Feng didn't go back to the unit immediately. He found the surveillance footage of this section of the road to check. Ouyang Yu didn't appear in the footage at all. From the surveillance, there was no one in the passenger seat.

Qin Feng frowned, his face darkening. If the killer had this ability, their investigative methods were useless. The surveillance proved nothing. Five lives, they had to reorganize the clues.

Qin Feng hurried back to the unit.

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Lei Xiaojia didn't come to the morning class. Lin Fan, feeling unwell, couldn't fully concentrate. Thinking about yesterday's events made her whole body heat up; it was too crazy.

She just couldn't drink, no self-control. Lin Fan cursed herself internally. Suddenly, someone sat down beside her. Lin Fan turned and glanced, the pimples on the boy's face were particularly glaring under the light.

"Lin Fan." The boy leaned down, covering his face with a book, "Who was the man who picked you up yesterday?"

Lin Fan met his gaze, tightened her grip on the book, "My boyfriend."

The boy's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Why would I lie?"

"You're in senior year, dating? And that guy looks much older than us, right?"

"I just like men much older than me," Lin Fan said. "It doesn't affect my studies, who does it bother?"

Pimple Boy seemed a bit disheartened, "I thought you were single."

Lin Fan stopped talking to him and continued studying.

Lei Xiaojia arrived in the first class, her face pale, looking like she'd been through something. She collapsed onto the desk with a sigh. Lin Fan looked over, "What's wrong?" She took out a pack of dried durian from her bag, "Here."

Lei Xiaojia glanced at the dried durian, "I don't want to eat anything right now."

"Heartbroken?" Lin Fan asked casually. Lei Xiaojia immediately sat up, grabbed Lin Fan's shoulders, and shook her vigorously, "Dude, is your boyfriend Uncle Qin?"

"He's not that old, right?" Lin Fan was a bit upset, "He's only a few years older than me."

Lei Xiaojia was heartbroken, giving a thumbs up, "You're amazing, keeping it hidden so well."

Lin Fan patted her head, "Knowing now isn't too late."

If Lei Xiaojia knew, it meant the whole world knew. After the afternoon class, the teacher called Lin Fan to the office, subtly inquiring about Lin Fan's romantic situation.

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"You're at a critical time; this is your only chance in life, you can't be careless."

Lin Fan nodded, "I understand."

The homeroom teacher gave some earnest advice, then suddenly asked, "So what's this about you dating? Is it just a rumor?"

"I was with him before I enrolled," Lin Fan said. "It won't affect my studies."

"Someone from another school?" Someone from another school was hard to manage; they'd find ways to break up the relationship if it were within the same school. What to do if it's an outsider?

"We're already engaged," Lin Fan said. "He's waiting for me to graduate college to get married. It won't affect my studies." She repeated firmly, "Teacher, do you believe me?"

In the homeroom teacher's eyes, Lin Fan was a very sensible child. She wasn't arrogant, not impetuous, steadily studying, always ranking top, very worry-free. Now, this bombshell news was truly shocking.

"I believe you, you can go back."

"Thank you, teacher."

After Lin Fan left, the teacher pulled out Lin Fan's file and called the contact number listed for her parents. The call was quickly answered.

"Are you Lin Fan's guardian?"

"Yes, what happened to her?"

"Can you come to the school?"

Qin Feng hung up and immediately called Lin Fan. She answered quickly, "Qin Feng?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm eating, what's up?"

"Nothing." Qin Feng sighed in relief, "Eat well, if you run out of money, let me know."

"Okay."

"I might come to your school later, can we meet if you're free?"

"Class starts at six," Lin Fan said.

"Need anything? I'll bring it for you."

Lin Fan thought for a moment, "The red bean cakes you bought last time were really good. Can you bring another box?"

"Sure, wait for me."

He hung up the phone. Lin Fan put her phone back in her pocket and continued eating.

Lei Xiaojia looked at her, "Your guy?"

Lin Fan nodded.

"He's really good to you."

"Yeah." Lin Fan swallowed her food and looked at Lei Xiaojia, "He's very good to me. Didn't you want to eat red bean cakes? He's bringing some over, I'll share half the box with you."

Damn! Will you die if you don't show off your relationship?

Lei Xiaojia angrily scooped a big spoonful of rice and stuffed it into her mouth.

Qin Feng arrived at the school at 5:30, first delivering the red bean cakes to Lin Fan before going to see her homeroom teacher. Her homeroom teacher was quite young. After scrutinizing Qin Feng for a moment, she asked, "Are you Qin Feng?"

Qin Feng: "..." An old acquaintance?

"We were in the same class, Class 8, Zhou Jing."

Qin Feng hadn't recalled, but then it dawned on him, "It's you. Do you work at the school now?"

"Yes, I came back to my alma mater." Back then, Qin Feng was quite a notable figure at school. He went to police academy to become a police officer, which surprised many people. "Are you still a police officer now?"

"Yes."

"What is Lin Fan to you? Your sister?"

"My girlfriend."

Zhou Jing suddenly looked up, "Huh?"

"Did she cause trouble?" Qin Feng asked.

Zhou Jing didn't know what to say. After looking at Qin Feng for a while, she said, "She's still in her senior year."

"How are her grades?"

"Very good, very talented." Zhou Jing got sidetracked, then quickly returned to the topic, "I mean, isn't it bad for her to be in a relationship so early? She's so young, it might affect her studies."

"She has very good self-control," Qin Feng said. "It won't affect her."

Facing her old classmate, Zhou Jing was momentarily speechless. After a long silence, she asked, "What about her parents?"

"They passed away."

"Did you adopt her?"

"No," Qin Feng said. "We are just in a romantic relationship. She has her own home."

"Should we contact you for her matters in the future?"

Qin Feng nodded, "You can contact me or my parents."

"Her grades are very good. I originally called you over to talk about her early relationship—" Zhou Jing felt very embarrassed, "In that case, there's nothing much to say."

"Teacher Zhou," Qin Feng stood up, "Can our conversation today be confidential? Lin Fan is still young; she might not want her classmates to know about our relationship."

"I won't reveal the students' privacy, but the entire class already knows. I heard it and that's why I called you."

Qin Feng's expression darkened. He feared a repeat of the previous incident with Lin Fan, "She is an adult now. She has the ability to choose her romantic partner, and that's her right." Qin Feng said, "I hope the school doesn't put pressure on her regarding this matter."

Qin Feng's words were reasonable. Zhou Jing was silent for a while, "I'm sorry, I didn't consider it thoroughly. I'll handle the student side."

"Thank you."

Qin Feng was very arrogant in high school, rarely interacting with anyone. It was rare to see him being polite, and Zhou Jing was almost flattered. "You're welcome. My perspective was too one-sided."

When Qin Feng left, class had already started. He stood in front of the teaching building for a while before leaving. Many things she must face on her own. She shouldn't be weak anymore.

Lin Fan heard many rumors, but for the first time, she felt no internal turmoil. She was indeed dating a man much older than her, so what? Was it shameful?

She held her head high and straightened her back. No one dared to look down on her. Qin Feng was on a business trip again over the weekend. Lin Fan felt like punching him. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed for the bus stop. Her phone rang, and she answered it.

"Fan Fan? Are you out of school yet?" Qin's mother's voice came through the phone.

"Yes, I just got out," Lin Fan replied. "Qin Feng is on a business trip, so tonight—"

"I know. Your uncle is on his way to pick you up. Wait at the school gate for a bit."

"Got it. Thank you, Uncle and Auntie."

"What would you like to eat tonight? Auntie will cook for you."

"I love everything you cook."

Lin Fan hung up the phone and pulled her scarf up to cover her face, shielding herself from the cold wind. Someone approached her, and Lin Fan stepped aside. He stopped. Lin Fan looked up at him. He wore a mask and a black trench coat, his black eyes staring at her.

Lin Fan stared back at him. After a few seconds, she quickly stepped back and grabbed her backpack.

Ouyang Yu!

His eyes were too distinctive; it was impossible for Lin Fan not to recognize him.

Ouyang Yu moved even faster, quickly blocking her path. Lin Fan hugged her bag and glared at him, "What do you want?"

Ouyang Yu knelt on one knee in front of her. Lin Fan's eyes widened, and she almost choked on her own saliva, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Some classmates were watching, and Lin Fan quickly lifted her backpack to cover her face, glaring down at Ouyang Yu, "Are you out of your mind?"

Only his eyes were visible, and they were fixed on Lin Fan with a fervent longing. He had waited for centuries and finally found her. She was alive, a living person. Even though her personality had changed, she was still her. She was alive.

His gaze was so intense that Lin Fan felt a chill down her spine, her scalp tingling. She pulled out her phone to call the police, but suddenly she couldn't move. Her eyes widened with fear.

Ouyang Yu stood up and walked to her, pulling Lin Fan into his arms. Lin Fan's eyes widened even more. She felt disgusted, almost to the point of vomiting. She was furious. Who allowed him to hug her?

Through his mask, Ouyang Yu's lips touched her forehead, "I've finally found you. I've been waiting for you, Yue'er—"

Lin Fan was about to explode. Her hands began to heat up. Suddenly, she drew a short sword and slashed at Ouyang Yu. She could move again. The short sword flashed. Ouyang Yu instinctively dodged back, and Lin Fan thrust the sword at his chest, her face flushed with anger.

Ouyang Yu quickly dodged, his body brushing past Lin Fan's. "I mean no harm."

Like hell you mean no harm. Lin Fan wiped her forehead vigorously and attacked again, moving swiftly. Ouyang Yu grabbed the short sword, his black eyes burning as he looked at Lin Fan, "Princess."

"I'm not a princess," Lin Fan gritted her teeth, gripping the short sword tightly, her gaze icy. "I'm Lin Fan."

Ouyang Yu looked at her, his eyes filled with sadness.

Lin Fan frowned, feeling very annoyed. What's with the act? You bully me and then act pitiful? "You've committed so many crimes, and you still dare to show up?"

Blood dripped from his fingers, seeping into the soil.

Lin Fan said, "Since you're here today, let's settle this."

Ouyang Yu seemed not to hear her, his ears closed to her words, his eyes fixated solely on Lin Fan, "I've missed you so much."

Lin Fan's hand trembled as she pulled out the short sword. Blood instantly gushed from his pale fingers. Ouyang Yu didn't look at the wound, his hand dropping, blood dripping from his fingertips. His throat moved, still gazing at Lin Fan, "Don't you remember me?"

Lin Fan gripped the short sword, her gaze darkening, "Did you remember me when you drew my soul?" Lin Fan's voice was cold, each word biting, "Did you remember me when you hurt me?" She lifted her chin, her back straight. Her mind flooded with fragments of memories, making her momentarily forget who she was. She bit her lip to suppress her trembling body. She had saved his life, raised him, given him a future. What did he do in return? Lin Fan didn't know where her anger came from. She raised her voice, her anger surging, her black eyes sharp, "Do you remember?"