s whole body flush with heat. In his mind, the desperate gaze of Shen Yan from his past life remained vividly etched - the man who once knelt in a sea of blood, clutching Gu Mo Yang's cold, lifeless body

blanket tightly, Gu Mo Yang was both anxious and eager to see that man again. He longed to study once more the usually cold eyes that so

heart, what he craved was no longer extravagance or power. What he needed was strength, thorough

the small garden behind the mansion-now filled with rows of ten

few casual words: "Come with me.

was steady: "Understood. I'

, broad-shouldered, muscles taut beneath his fitted black shirt. His sharp, angular face, straight high no

Shen Yan immediately got out and briskly appro

p him, a faint smile playing on his

entarily caught off guard but quickly followed. Seeing Gu Mo Yang lean into the car, he ins

describable feelings washed over him: bitterness, tenderness, and a subtle, lingering sweetness. Shen Yan tried to appear comp

t moment - of the man who once threw himself into a sea of undead without hesitation, carving a bloody path to rescue his frozen bod