From their chat logs alone, it was clear Lu Yunzhi was bursting with energy—zero trace of the maturity her job demanded. At twenty-three? Still bouncing around like a high schooler.

Seriously, did she have *zero* shame?

A stunning girl herself, yet shouting “Wife!” at another woman on the street at the top of her lungs—as if desperate to announce she was a lesbian.

Even a cute nickname would’ve been fine. Something intimate.

Sure, the street was nearly empty… but what about Jiang Qianyu’s feelings?

Jiang Qianyu quietly averted her gaze, itching to pretend she didn’t know this girl.

But she had to keep up her usual persona. As Lu Yunzhi jogged over, Jiang Qianyu forced a strained smile. “Ahem… Yunzhi, you’re back. How’ve you been? Is work tiring?”

“Hehehe, I’m good!” Lu Yunzhi said, hands tucked in her pockets. She pulled out a paper-wrapped roasted sweet potato like treating a kid. “Ta-da! Guess what I brought?”

“Thanks, but save it for our daughter. She’s reading in the shop,” Jiang Qianyu murmured, not in the mood. She tilted her head up to look at Lu Yunzhi.

Facing her gorgeous, cheerful wife—a total catch with deep pockets—Jiang Qianyu felt strangely unmoved.

In her past life? She’d have laughed herself awake dreaming of this.

But reborn just one day ago, she felt nothing. If anything, she wanted distance.

No emotional foundation. And their identities? A constant problem.

Nightwatchers and Witches? Pure cat-and-mouse.

How could a relationship stay stable between sworn enemies?

Life seemed peaceful now—only because Lu Yunzhi hadn’t spotted the cracks yet.

“Eh, no worries! I brought one for Dong Qing too,” Lu Yunzhi chirped with a goofy grin, pulling another sweet potato from behind her back like magic. She looked utterly silly.

“Let’s go inside. It’s freezing. I’ll push you,” she said, stuffing both potatoes into Jiang Qianyu’s arms. She stepped behind the wheelchair and wheeled her in.

Back in the shop, she whispered near Jiang Qianyu’s ear, “Uh… sorry I was loud earlier. Wanted my coworker to know we’re together. He’s… got feelings for me.”

“Ugh, such a headache. I told him I’m married. He didn’t believe it—probably ‘cause someone said my spouse’s a girl. Thought I was lying.”

Lu Yunzhi frowned, sighing. “At work we’re comrades. Normally friends. Why does it always have to turn into romance?”

“Maybe he thinks he’s lived long enough,” Jiang Qianyu said flatly, sipping her coffee.

“Huh? Why?”

“Your job’s dangerous.” Jiang Qianyu set the sweet potato down and wheeled herself to the kitchen to add hot milk. “Dealing with those things daily… uncertainty everywhere. One stray thought could get you killed.”

“Imagine: your coworker loves you deeply. You meet a monster skilled in mental manipulation. It traps him in a dream of you. What happens?”

“He drops his guard. Even two seconds of carelessness… that’s all it takes.”

Jiang Qianyu knew Lu Yunzhi’s work well—from chats. This slightly jealous tone fit her persona perfectly. The real message? *Stay away. Getting close might kill him.*

Lu Yunzhi blinked, turning to Jiang Qianyu with a thoughtful pause. “Hmm… you’re right. Love really is dangerous.”

“But Xiao Yu… you know a lot,” she said, taking the milk and sitting across from Bai Dongqing. “Those things *are* that lethal. A moment’s slip costs lives.”

Her voice softened, eyes lowered. “Last week, we hunted a killer escaped from a mental hospital. It disguised itself as a pitiful little girl. A friend of mine—someone I liked—fell for it. Tried to take ‘her’ to the hospital. It was a trap.”

“Right before us… the monster tore out her soul. Devoured it. Bite. By. Bite.”

“Not exactly rare in our line of work.”

Jiang Qianyu stayed silent. Her eyes flicked to the oversized guitar case leaning by the shelf. *Not a guitar. Special gear for monsters.* Firearms? Useless. Pure physical damage meant nothing without magical enhancement.

“In this world, life’s cheap. So… a little selfishness isn’t bad. Value your own life first.”

Her gaze returned to Lu Yunzhi. Deliberately shifting topics: “You’re back. What do you want for lunch?”

“You’ll cook for me?” Lu Yunzhi rested her chin on her hands, grinning. “If Miss Jiang shows off her skills, I’ll be over the moon!”

“Just kidding,” Jiang Qianyu said with a helpless shrug, patting her blanket-covered legs. “My body won’t allow it.”

“Sigh… Xiao Yu, why such bad luck? Stuck with this rare illness…” Lu Yunzhi stood, absently patting Bai Dongqing’s head, then moved behind Jiang Qianyu to massage her shoulders.

“Oh! Xiao Yu—I remembered. My dad’s back. Hospital director. Knows top specialists. After I told him about you… he offered help.”

“Help?” Jiang Qianyu arched an eyebrow, faint smile playing on her lips. “Does he want to help… or meet me to discuss your *life decisions*?”

Lu Yunzhi’s smile froze, awkward. “Well… maybe both. But don’t worry! He won’t give you trouble. I’ll have your back!”