Chapter 082 | 0082 It doesn't matter if you forget, the master is here.

What is it like to wake up from a nightmare?

At first, it should be a daze. In the darkness, no matter which direction your eyes move, you will vaguely see man-eating beasts, and the lines of the furniture will be distorted, turning into whips that attack you.

During this short period, a person is not fully conscious and may utter incoherent thoughts.

Wu Xian nestled in Hobert's arms, her eyes still closed, but she was saying, "I have forgotten him, I only love you, Master."

A gentle male voice replied in her ear, "I love you too, Cloud. Master only loves you." He wouldn't dwell on how he could still exist in her words if he had truly forgotten.

He would only use kisses to soothe the puppy's anxiety.

When Wu Xian finally came to her senses, tears welled up in her eyes as she blinked. She mumbled "Master" in a daze, but then clutched her heart, where a place felt empty and burning, searing her with pain.

Because she is the owner, she is willing to truthfully express her feelings.

“It’s alright, my cloud just forgot.” Hobert pulled Wu Xian over and wrapped his arms around her wrist. He had a large frame, and his wild hands were perfect for hunting, easily controlling his prey, let alone Wu Xian.

Despite his gentle nature, the predatory aura emanating from his very bones instilled a fearsome instinct in the helpless little animal.

Wu Qian liked this fear and repression; her mind remained tense, preventing her from thinking about those random things. She followed Hobert's suggestion and thought about "forgetting..."

"Yes, forget it, Cloud."

Hobert's voice, like a curtain, slowly pressed down on Wu Qian in the darkness. Unable to bear it, she collapsed against her master's chest, her hands still being pulled up and held.

Like a prisoner who has walked into a trap.

She thought about it and realized that there were indeed some parts of her memory that were blurry, so it would be reasonable to say that she had forgotten them.

Wu Xian was lifted slightly, her arm bent backward, the muscles aching from the strain. Hobert forced her to look him in the eye and asked, "Who am I, Cloud?"

"Yes, it's the master."

"Yes, my good child, I am the master. My cloud has only lost a little bit of its past with the master."

Wu Xian listened obediently, her eyes still filled with doubt. "What kind of past? I'm sorry, Master, I don't remember."

She felt a little embarrassed because she had forgotten her past with her master, but subconsciously she also felt that something was wrong.

Like a magician, Hobart produced a worn-out, old-fashioned box with a rounded, convex lid—the kind of container used to hold treasure in pirate movies.

The same goes for this box.

Hobert placed another, even more important treasure—poor Wuxian—on his lap, and embraced her from behind. His tall frame almost completely covered Wuxian's body, and their shadows merged into one, incredibly intimate.

"This is from Cloud. Let's look at it together and open it."

Wu Xian obeyed its master's orders. When the treasure chest was opened, there was no curse inside, nor any tattered gold coins from the last century. There were only a few thin pieces of paper. They were cheap and even wrinkled, indicating that the sender had not taken good care of them. Several black doodles could be seen with a casual glance.

She picked it up to read, and sure enough, the signatory was "cloud".

"My dear master, I have insomnia tonight..."

"Master, my brother came over today. He apologized and said he didn't want to see me..."

"Master, I don't like vegetables. If I had to choose one food, I'd pick steak. Steak has some blood in it, so it's not so bad. Lamb chops smell too bad, I don't like them..."

"Master, I remember the first time we met, the rain was so beautiful..."

Every letter was addressed to her, filled with everyday details and minutiae.

The last piece of paper only had a few words on it: "Master, I miss you so much."

This is the puppy's diary, and also the puppy's love letter. The recipient of the letter is naturally the puppy's owner.

“It’s okay if you forget, we still have a future, and Master will not leave Cloud.” Hobert kissed the top of Wuxian’s head, determined not to allow this child to abandon him as he had abandoned Harold.

"Master is so good." Wu Xian had no idea what her master was thinking. She was just a carefree little dog. She was happy when her master hugged and kissed her.

It would be even better if I could pat her butt and give her a good massage; this position is really suitable for sitting down.

Once the puppy is awake, its mind is filled with naughty thoughts.