The world tilted into a haze of shadows and pain as Feng Ruoxi crumpled into Jiang Yukang's arms, the dart's poison searing through her veins like wildfire. Her wrist burned where the phoenix mark glowed, a faint crimson light pulsing against her skin, defiant even as her body betrayed her. She clawed at consciousness, her breaths shallow, her vision swimming with the silhouettes of Yukang and Xiao Zheng above her.
"Ruoxi, stay with me!" Yukang's voice cut through the fog, raw and desperate. His hands gripped her shoulders, the mask dangling from his fingers—black, sleek, the symbol of the kingpin she'd hunted alongside for months. Her husband. The revelation hit her again, a punch to the gut, but there was no time to process it. Not now.
