The young man was physically weak and naturally couldn't teach someone a lesson himself. Seeing the servant volunteer, he simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

The boy was just an ordinary person. Facing a servant who already had the cultivation of the Spirit Profound Realm, he was no match for him and was quickly beaten until he curled up on the ground, covering his head.

Even so, the boy remained silent.

Seeing this, the servant became even more enraged, cursing as he kicked even harder.

"Pfft..."

Before long, the boy was beaten until he vomited blood.

The young man in the wheelchair looked on, but remained expressionless, with a twisted sense of pleasure even hidden in his eyes.

"Young master, he's not moving."

Finally, the servant, exhausted from beating, looked at the young man, slightly out of breath.

"Hmph, let's go."

The young man's anger finally subsided at the sight of the boy's pitiful appearance, and he left with his servant.

"Drip drip..."

"Tick-tock..."

Shortly after the two left, it began to drizzle, then the rain grew heavier and heavier until it became a downpour, shrouding the whole world in a cold, desolate rain.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mud and water splattered everywhere. After an unknown amount of time, the unconscious boy finally slowly opened his eyes.

However, a clear light appeared in those eyes that had been numb.

He struggled to his feet, stared blankly at his surroundings for a moment, then seemed to remember something. Ignoring his injuries, he took off running at top speed toward the back of the mountain.

The wind was whistling in my ears.

In front of him, branches and leaves tugged and swayed.

His handsome face was covered in bloodstains, but the boy seemed oblivious to the pain and showed no sign of stopping.

The sky went from light to dark, and then from dark to light again; the boy had no idea how long he had been running.

Until his legs could no longer move and his body was too weak, he slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Smack..."

However, before he could catch his breath, a whooshing sound swept past, and a piercing pain shot through his skin.

However, the whip struck him hard.

"You stupid idiot, you think you can run away!"

The whip fell mercilessly on him, almost knocking him unconscious.

"Small, bloody, pitiful."

Until a childish voice came, the boy's unfocused eyes regained their color.

His savior descended from heaven.

"Master..."

The dream finally ended here. Long Buji opened his eyes with a soft murmur, tears streaming down his face.

"Unruly, you've finally woken up!"

Upon seeing Long Bujie awake, Fan Qiyue, who had taken care of him all night, immediately stepped forward with joy, her beautiful eyes filled with worry, "How are you feeling?"

Long Bujie, who had just woken up, was still a little disoriented. In his dream, he felt as if he had lived his life all over again, and he was still filled with fear and helplessness.

“Xiao Qi…”

However, the moment he saw Fan Qiyue, he felt like a wanderer had found his home, and his heart instantly settled down.

"I am here."

Fan Qiyue felt a pang of heartache at the sight of Long Bujie's tears. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped them away, asking softly, "Did you have another nightmare?"

"Um."

Long Bujie nodded gently, tears streaming down his face again, his expression somber. "I remember all the memories. The dream was terrifying."

He didn't want to cry, but the pain in his heart just wouldn't stop.

It turns out that sometimes forgetting is truly a blessing.

"Don't be afraid, we'll be here for you from now on."