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The apartment building was eerily silent in the dead of night…
Suddenly, their communicator emitted a sharp, piercing hum—
Qiye shot upright, the haze of alcohol instantly dissipating by more than half.
Almost simultaneously, Xincheng’s door was pushed open. Her pale face still bore the faint traces of tears, and her hair cascaded wildly over her shoulders.
Weizhan emerged from her room as well, her eyes swollen and red, a handkerchief clutched tightly in her hand.
They had spent nearly half the day giving vent to their emotions, and now, deep into the night, they still hadn’t eaten.
However, an urgent matter had arisen—
All three women’s gazes converged on the holographic projection suspended in the air. The notice from the association’s branch office glowed with an ominous red light:
“Silvia’s condition is critical, nearing a vegetative state… He refuses food and water, sustained only by IV drips… Please make an urgent visit to the prison…”
Xincheng repeatedly read the description within the bulletin.
The chilling words served as a stark reminder: that person was teetering on the brink of life and death.
In any case, the association’s branch office had exaggerated the situation as much as possible, clearly fearing that the Three Primaries squad wouldn’t come.
Upon seeing such a message,
Qiye, Weizhan, and Xincheng exchanged glances. Though no words were spoken, each understood the unspoken implications.
“I’ll go.”
Xincheng was the first to break the silence, her voice hoarse yet resolute.
“I’ll go too.”
Weizhan followed suit, her voice soft but imbued with an undeniable resolve.
Seeing this, Qiye set down her wine bottle, coughed a few times as the alcoholic fumes assailed her nostrils, and stumbled to her feet.
“Then we’ll go together… This time, we absolutely must get to the bottom of it.”
Her gaze was complex, holding anger, confusion, and a flicker of heartache she wouldn’t even admit to herself.
****
A short while later.
The three women swiftly transformed, then flew with urgent speed towards Ephemeral City Prison.
Three vibrant streaks of color… tore through the night sky.
Upon reaching the main gates of the prison, they already saw Warden Hera awaiting their arrival.
Once Qiye and the others stepped inside the prison, they deactivated their transformations. They descended three hundred meters underground, passing through layers of protective nets, walls, and doors.
Finally, through the blast-proof glass, they saw the person inside… It was Senior Via.
However, his current condition was far from optimistic.
He lay motionless on a hydro-bed filled with element-insulating fluid, sustained by an IV drip. Anyone unaware of the circumstances might have assumed he’d been subjected to severe torture.
His pale face was utterly devoid of color, and various IV tubes and monitoring devices were connected to his body.
Had it not been for the faint heartbeat curve displayed on the monitor, anyone would have mistaken him for a cold corpse.
When a heavy, magic-insulating metal door finally opened,
Xincheng was the first to enter, practically scurrying towards him.
After all, Xincheng was still harboring the thought—
of taking Silvia and fleeing the Iris Feather Kingdom, to live together in a country where heterosexual marriage was permitted.
Weizhan followed closely behind, carrying her own thoughts.
Weizhan knew that Silvia must have been ‘framed’.
For she could discern Silvia’s scent, and it was no different whether he was in his current male form or his previous female form.
Therefore, Weizhan needed to clarify the situation, to uncover the truth for Silvia and clear his ‘name’, even though the truth about his gender was irrefutable evidence.
Still, Weizhan was determined to restore her senior’s innocence.
Qiye, meanwhile, walked at the very back, still evading herself, unwilling to confront the situation.
Qiye truly couldn’t understand what Senior could possibly gain from such deception and disguise.
And so, the three of them entered the cell.
Xincheng stepped forward, showing no aversion, and began stroking Silvia’s arm, murmuring softly:
“Senior? Are you alright…?”
She gently shook his arm.
Weizhan mirrored her actions, moving to the other side and sitting on the hydro-bed. Without a trace of distaste, she tentatively intertwined her fingers with Silvia’s.
Offering silent solace.
Qiye, however, remained by the side, hesitant to move closer.
Her gaze flitted across Silvia’s form, yet she couldn’t bring herself to meet his weak eyes.
In the past… the image of Senior Via in her heart had utterly ‘collapsed’.
Yet his current appearance brought her both heartache and profound confusion.
Soon, Silvia’s eyelids fluttered. He sensed it; his three beloved juniors had come to see him.
He struggled to open his eyes. Through his blurry vision, three familiar figures gradually came into focus—
But with things as they were, what more could he possibly say now?
He only hoped… they wouldn’t despise him any longer.
And so, Silvia began to murmur:
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“I didn’t… intentionally… deceive you…”
His voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, yet Silvia had clearly exerted all his strength.
Listening to Silvia’s weak apologies, Qiye turned her face away, only to catch her own reflection in the glass—
Red-rimmed eyes, an expression of undeniable reluctance. She still cared for her senior.
****
A profound silence settled over the cell.
Only Silvia’s faint breaths and the rhythmic drip of the IV tube broke the stillness.
Xincheng buried her face against the back of Silvia’s hand, and whispered into his ear:
“I’ll get you out of here, out of the Iris Feather Kingdom…”
Her voice was extremely low, imbued with a nearly fanatical determination, as her warm breath brushed against the shackles on Silvia’s wrist.
Her words exploded in Silvia’s ears like a clap of thunder.
He no longer wished to live; even if he got out, he would still be a man…
Xincheng’s declaration was tantamount to helping him escape prison?!
Prison escape was a grave crime of treason…
Should Xincheng put her plan into action, she would be making an enemy of the entire Iris Feather Kingdom.
Wouldn’t that mean, for his sake… she would betray the kingdom’s deeply entrenched orthodoxy of female-female relationships?
“No… you mustn’t…”
He gave a muffled whimper and shook his head, but Xincheng’s trembling hand pressed against his lips.
The girl’s crimson eyes gleamed with a wild, resolute fervor, and tears dripped onto the back of his hand.
“Don’t say anything more… My mind is made up; I won’t let you be trapped here any longer.”
After whispering her words once more,
Xincheng’s lips twisted into a distorted smile, an expression that sent a shiver of ‘dread’ down Silvia’s spine.
Weizhan was already sobbing uncontrollably. She choked back tears as she pressed her cheek against Silvia’s palm.
“Senior, I’ll help you prove your innocence… Believe me…”
Her voice trembled with a sob.
Perhaps the ‘keen-sensed’ girl had never truly doubted him from the very beginning—this trust caused a bitter ache to well up in Silvia’s dry eyes.
****
As for Qiye, the young woman seemed a little tsundere now, how she had changed~
Watching Weizhan and Xincheng state their intentions one after another, Qiye finally took a few steps forward, approaching the hydro-bed, her throat tight:
“Tell me, what exactly is going on? How long have you been deceiving us? Why did you lie to us… Why, exactly…?”
Qiye’s questions, brimming with bitterness and helplessness, echoed through the confined cell.
However,
Upon hearing this, Silvia merely closed his eyes, his eyelashes still clinging to unshed tears, as if retreating into a shell of darkness.
Seeing his silence, Qiye’s eyes instantly reddened, believing he didn’t want to answer.
“Fine, if you won’t speak, I’ll leave!”
She turned to depart, but a bony hand gripped her wrist.
The hand’s temperature… was terrifyingly cold, yet it held an inescapable strength.
Qiye froze, but didn’t immediately pull away. Her voice thick with tears, she questioned him:
“If you don’t want to answer, why are you still holding me back?”
But Silvia seemed not to hear, holding Qiye’s hand for a prolonged moment before finally releasing it.
Immediately, he collapsed onto the bed as if his soul had been drained, his face a pallid, almost transparent white.
Silvia’s complexion worsened even further, yet because of this… he seemed to let out a breath of relief?
It was at this moment that Warden Hera entered.
“You can come back next time. Zhennu Yibai’s condition has stabilized, and he needs rest…”
Hearing this, Qiye and the others had no choice but to leave.
Xincheng looked back repeatedly, casting reluctant glances at the figure on the bed.
Weizhan gently wiped away her tears, placing Silvia’s hand back beside his pillow.
****
Outside the prison, a biting wind, laden with snowflakes, assailed their faces.
Freed from the magic-blocking restrictions, Qiye was about to transform when she felt a sudden warmth in the palm of her right hand.
What was happening?
Qiye paused, then opened her palm to find several lines of text appearing on it.
****
Meanwhile,
Inside the prison, Silvia finally gave out. He coughed violently, even spitting blood… yet a relieved smile touched his lips.
Crimson blood spread across the hydro-bed, blossoming like a cluster of Red Spider Lilies.
It turned out that, just moments ago, to convey a message to Qiye, he had once again squeezed out his life force and utilized the faint trace of magic he had secretly accumulated over the past few days.
Immediately, his consciousness began to blur, and fragmented sounds reached his ears:
“Quick! Zhennu Yibai’s condition has suddenly worsened!”
Urgent shouts pierced his muddled consciousness, followed by a flurry of disorganized footsteps and the clanging of metal instruments.
Then came the booming hiss of the hydraulic mechanism as the cell door opened.
Someone frantically tugged at the IV tubes connected to him, and the monitor emitted a shrill alarm…
“This, this, this… Blood pressure plummeting… Prepare a cardiac stimulant!”
“Notify the medical team! Immediately!”
These sounds drifted in and out, now distant, now near.
Silvia felt his body being turned over, and a cold needle pierce his skin, yet he no longer had the strength to react.
HIs eyelids grew heavier and heavier. In his final moments of consciousness, he saw countless figures swaying before his eyes, their forms indistinguishable.
Before fully succumbing to unconsciousness, Silvia’s last thought was:
‘I hope Qiye… can understand those words…’
Then, the world faded into silence, leaving only the continuous blare of the monitor’s alarm echoing through the cell.