Wan Ge snuggled against him and, without any intention of hiding anything, answered directly, "Yes, I know martial arts."

Just as Wan Ge was guessing that Mo Yan would ask her when she learned martial arts, Mo Yan only said, "That's good."

It's good that you know martial arts and have the ability to protect yourself.

"Aren't you going to ask me when I learned it? Don't you find that strange?"

"No, you didn't know when I learned it either, did you?" Since she could learn martial arts without even realizing it, why couldn't Wan Ge do the same?

The only thing he found strange was that he couldn't sense any internal energy in Wan Ge: "I'm just curious, you've already learned martial arts, so why don't you have any internal energy at all?"

Wan Ge replied softly, "The martial arts I learned don't require internal energy. I'll teach you when I have time."

"Okay." They have plenty of time, a lifetime.

…

That very night, another torrential downpour began. The familiar scene jolted Mo Yan awake from another nightmare.

This nightmare was that he lost Wan Ge, lost Wan Ge forever.

He dreamt of today, but in the dream, when he arrived, it was already too late. In the dream, Wan Ge didn't know martial arts, and by the time he got there, Wan Ge was covered in blood and already lifeless.

"Wange! Wange!" Mo Yan woke up with a start, covered in sweat, still calling out Wange's name before he woke up.

The guard on night watch rushed in and knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, did you have a nightmare? The princess is safe and sound, Your Highness can rest assured."

"Get ready, I'm going to the palace." Mo Yan is now at the Prince's residence and no longer lives in the palace.

"This... Your Highness, this is probably not the right time."

Mo Yan rubbed his forehead: "I understand, you may leave."

"Yes," the guard replied and then withdrew.

…

Wan Ge was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt someone staring at her, so she opened her eyes, but there was nothing in the room.

But those eyes didn't seem to disappear; that familiar gaze… "Brother, is that you?"

As soon as Wan Ge finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of her.

Wan Ge looked at Mo Yan in front of her, her face full of doubt: "Brother, what are you doing here at this time?"

Mo Yan didn't say a word, but just held the person tightly in his arms, as if only in this way could he feel that the person in front of him was real.

Wan Ge gently patted his back: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

It would have been better if Wan Ge hadn't asked, because her question reminded Mo Yan of the dream, and he couldn't help but hug her even tighter.

"..." Wan Ge felt like she was being strangled and couldn't breathe: "Brother, relax a little, I can't breathe."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan instinctively let go.

Wan Ge pulled him by the hand and sat him on her couch: "What happened? Tell me, okay?"

Mo Yan lowered his head: "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare."

"A dream about me?" Seeing how nervous and worried he was, it must be related to me.

"Yes, I dreamt that you left me." Mo Yan still couldn't think about the scene in the dream; just thinking about it made her feel like she couldn't breathe.

"Brother, don't be afraid, I will always be here, forever and ever with you." As Wange said this, she kissed him on the forehead.