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Yang Fei made a gesture, stopping Sister Xue mid-sentence.

He said blandly, "Don't ask me. Actually, I don't know either."

Saying this, Yang Fei recalled the inexplicable hug at the gate of Jingshui Villa from Xue Mingtai.

And in his eyes, that deep, special emotion.

"Damn it, could I be right?"

"The legendary Young Master Ming Tai, turned out to be gay, and he's interested in me?"

Thinking of this, Yang Fei couldn't help but shiver, his body covered in goosebumps.

Suddenly, he found the air inside the club unbearably hot, making it hard to breathe.

"Sister Xue, don't ask anymore, let's go, it's too late."

Jiayi stepped in to shield Yang Fei from Sister Xue's insistent questioning.

She didn't doubt Yang Fei's words.

This intelligent and gentle girl was still immersed in the stunning and joyful memory of a dance, looking at Yang Fei with a tender gaze.

After speaking, she pulled Yang Fei towards the exit of the club.

Sister Xue, feeling helpless, grumbled, "Choosing love over friendship."

She sat down, sulking, and drank beer alone.

Outside the club, in the air, there was a sense of withering vegetation.

The bleak, killing aura of winter was particularly evident on this deep night's winter.

Although Jiayi put on a coat as soon as she exited, she was still shivering with cold.

She looked at Yang Fei's clearly defined side profile and secretly moved closer to him.

Jiayi smelled the faint scent of tobacco on Yang Fei, mixed with his unique masculine scent, making her cheeks flush.

She silently berated herself for being infatuated.

To conceal her flustered feelings, Jiayi said, "Yang Fei, tell me, when did you learn to dance?"

Yang Fei remained silent, letting the cold wind whistling through between them.

Jiayi looked at his lonely and solitary figure, her heart suddenly ached.

Although he didn't speak, Jiayi could sense.

His heart was full of sadness and pain.

Jiayi even wanted to rush up from behind and hug him, warming him.

Just then, Yang Fei spoke, his voice filled with an indescribable sorrow.

"I don't know when I learned to dance either. Before I was eighteen, my memory was a blank."

He began to search his pockets for cigarettes, only to find an empty pack.

Yang Fei sighed and casually threw the pack into a trash can by the roadside.

The past was like smoke.

Whenever Yang Fei thought of those vibrant lives that vanished in the Amazon River Region, his heart couldn't help but ache with sorrow.

Whenever he felt this pain, he wanted to smoke.

Jiayi smiled, pulled out a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes from her pocket, and waved it in front of Yang Fei's eyes.

Her face was full of a mischievous little woman's smile, "I grabbed this in the club earlier, knowing you ran out of cigarettes."

Yang Fei felt a warmth in his heart.

He silently accepted the cigarettes, opened the pack, took one out, placed it in his mouth, and lit it.

Jiayi watched contentedly as Yang Fei exhaled the smoke.

She frowned, "You clearly know how to dance, why deny it? Don't you want to dance with me?"

By the last sentence, there was a hint of jealousy in Jiayi's tone.

Yang Fei shook his head, his voice deep and weathered.

"After the battle in the Amazon River Region, I never danced again."

"In the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, there was a star sniper, codenamed Qing Niao."

"She was a beautiful girl and an excellent Special Forces soldier. Before that mission, Qing Niao joked with me, saying that after the mission, she wanted me to teach her to dance."

"And then..."

Jiayi only asked half a sentence before she realized.

She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, her face full of shock.

Yang Fei shook his head, his face sorrowful and grim.

"There was no later. I buried Qing Niao's body with my own hands."

Jiayi felt like her heart was scratched by a cat's claw.

Thinking of the sacrifice of her brother Long Ci, her eyes began to fill with tears again.

Yang Fei sighed, his steps heavier, "Since that time, I haven't danced."

"Every time I dance, I think of Qing Niao, think of my comrades, it has become my heart demon."

Jiayi silently followed behind Yang Fei, her heart aching.

Who could have known, the seemingly carefree, cheeky Yang Fei, who never seemed to have worries.

He actually harbored such deep pain and sorrow in his heart?

Yang Fei sighed, turned around, and looked softly at Jiayi.

"Enough about me, tell me, why did you come to Yannan City to be a little civil servant?"

He smiled, "As far as I know, the children of high-ranking officials generally go into business or study abroad."

"Why did you, a girl, choose such a tough job?"

Jiayi looked at Yang Fei with a half-smile, "Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?"

"Nonsense, of course, the truth!"

Yang Fei laughed and scolded, flicking his finger.

The cigarette butt in his hand flew accurately into a trash can not far away.

Jiayi smiled, "The lie is to deal with my father."

"To serve the people, to promote the spirit of screws, to contribute to the country's economic prosperity and long-term stability."

Yang Fei found it both funny and absurd, and asked, "And the truth?"

Jiayi fell silent.

Yang Fei noticed her eyes turning red again.

After a long while, Jiayi slowly said, "The truth is to fulfill my brother's wish."

Yang Fei was slightly stunned, "Long Ci's wish, why didn't he tell me about it?"

Jiayi smiled, her eyes finally shedding tears.

"My brother was taken away by his master when he was very young, and he practiced martial arts at Crane Pine Observatory in Jiuan County, Yannan. Even his primary and high school education was in Jiuan County."

"It can be said that Jiuan County was my brother's second hometown, he had a special affection for it."

"Jiuan County is a nationally designated impoverished county. According to my brother, the people there were unimaginably poor."

"He said if he ever changed careers, he would settle in Jiuan and help the local people escape poverty and become rich."

At this point, Jiayi wiped away her tears, her voice choked.

"But, before he could change careers, he..."

"In short, what my brother didn't accomplish, I'll definitely complete."

With that, Jiayi wiped her tears dry and raised her head.

This girl in her twenties, had a determination and stubbornness that contradicted her age.

Yang Fei understood, sighed, and said, "I remember, Long Ci once said that his greatest wish was to transition to a local job and become a county official."

"When he said it, we laughed at him, saying he had no ambition. Turns out, the guy had this plan all along."

The two walked and chatted, eventually reaching their resting room.

Yang Fei opened the door, placed his hands on Jiayi's shoulders, and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Jiayi, keep it up. Long Ci's wish is now mine too. Let's fulfill it together."

Jiayi smiled through her tears, extended her hand, and gave Yang Fei a high-five.

Then, both found the gesture a bit awkward.

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