Qi Yu had never lacked nightmares in the countless nights she had woken up in fright.

But most of the nightmares brought her fear. Even if many bloody things happened in front of her, she didn't feel much emotion.

After all, even if she could feel the boiling blood, the scarlet liquid in the dream wouldn't stain her clothes.

Qi Yu could treat the dream with an overly cold attitude. She didn't know if the dream was a torture given by God.

But all her psychological construction collapsed when she stepped foot on the grassy field again and saw the scene in front of her.

Blood spurted out from the man's mouth and nose as he coughed. Qi Yu even thought she could smell the blood on his body.

He curled up his body and closed his eyes. Then, he began to roar.

The familiar voice made Qi Yu burst into tears in an instant, and the man in front of her made her sob.

Qi Yu could often feel the emotions of the protagonist in the dream, but this time, she only felt pain.

It was a kind of pain that made Qi Yu frightened because Wu Ye in front of her took a long time to sit up.

Qi Yu remembered that when she first saw the scars on Wu Ye's body, she felt very distressed. She wasn't a silly girl who thought that scars were a man's medal.

She remembered that the two of them were lying in her apartment in Changchun Jingyue, and Qi Yu was counting the scars on his body very seriously.

Wu Ye seemed to take her behavior as an invitation. After her face became wet again, she lay on Wu Ye's body and stared at the scars on his shoulder. She asked curiously, "Why do you have so many scars on your body?"

At that time, she only knew that he was a photographer with a wide range of interests. She even guessed that the man's scenes were too dangerous, so he got scars all over his body.

No one was a masochist. Even Qi Yu felt distressed when she saw the scars on his body.

Qi Yu remembered that Wu Ye had smiled and kissed her fingertips. His tone sounded like he was about to abduct a little girl. "I used to be very curious and often went on adventures with my friends. The places we went to were very dangerous, so I got injured."

Wu Ye's tone was casual, as if he was talking about something stupid that he had done when he was young.

Qi Yu's heart ached when she heard that. It was easy for the young lady to become more emotional in the middle of the night.

Wu Ye was still smiling as he wiped away Qi Yu's tears. Then, he heard the girl's muffled voice that sounded like she was about to cry. "Don't get hurt in the future, okay? Just looking at you makes my heart ache."

Wu Ye was at a loss for words. He didn't want to casually say anything to fool the little girl, and he wasn't someone who would casually make promises.

So, he just kissed Qi Yu on the forehead and replied in a serious tone, "I'll try my best."

Qi Yu suddenly remembered that after they got married, Wu Ye went out early and came back late. He was often out of sight, but he had never come back with injuries on his body.

Because of that, Qi Yu felt suffocated when she thought of Wu Ye suffering this kind of pain in a place that she couldn't see.

The scene in front of her had exceeded Qi Yu's psychological tolerance, but under this kind of stimulation, Qi Yu was in a state of too much silence.

She felt that she had become a sculpture and could only stand there stiffly.

She stood there for a long time, staring at Wu Ye.

When the sky was glowing with sapphire blue and the stars could be seen, Qi Yu saw Wu Ye and straightened up.

He wiped the blood off his face and neck with a prepared wet towel, revealing his pale face.

Qi Yu knew that a man like Wu Ye, who had many scars on his body, had a certain tolerance for pain.

So, how unbearable was the pain that made him howl?

He sat on the recliner and looked at the stars, drinking more than half of the carbonated drink in the basket. Qi Yu looked at the man whose eyes were getting clearer and clearer in her eyes, and seemed to be completely speechless.

Qi Yu felt that there was a rusty taste in her mouth, and she would vomit blood when she opened her mouth.

Wu Ye's movements were still a little slow, and Qi Yu followed him out.

When they came out of the mottled door, Qi Yu found that it seemed to be an abandoned building on the top of the mountain.

She stood beside Wu Ye and could see the scenery in Wu Ye's eyes.

The view on the top of the mountain was very good, and one could overlook the entire West Lake.

Qi Yu and Wu Ye were in the dark, and the thousands of lights and orange lights on the opposite side were more like a place in another world.

Qi Yu didn't know how Wu Ye found this place. The mountain road was pitch-black, and even the road under their feet was overgrown with weeds. It was not smooth at all.

Wu Ye took out his phone as he walked. After he dialed a number, the person on the other side immediately picked up. "Buy the ingredients and send them to the entrance of the community. Xiao Yu wants to eat boiled beef."

The dream was over, and Qi Yu, who was lying on the bed, instantly regained consciousness. She sat up.

She covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom. The rusty smell was still there, but she could only vomit out acid water.

Qi Yu touched her face, and her face was covered in cold tears. She stood up with her arms supporting her. She felt that the dream had drained all of her strength.

She sat on the floor in a daze for a long time, and then she stood by the sink and washed her face with cold water.

She planned to apply a hot compress later. She didn't want Wu Ye to find out that her eyes were swollen when she woke up the next day.

When Wu Ye got home, he saw that the TV was still playing the Japanese manga. On the screen, the blonde American man was giving a thumbs up and laughing heartily.

Qi Yu, who was lying on the sofa with her belly exposed, had fallen asleep. Wu Ye folded the scarf that the little girl was knitting and put it back in its original place.

Then Wu Ye pulled down her nightgown and carried the little girl back to her room. It was easy to catch a cold if she slept here.

He didn't know if she had a nightmare again, but Wu Ye noticed that the corners of Qi Yu's eyes were a little red.

Wu Ye lit a Tibetan incense in the bedroom. The smell would help Qi Yu sleep soundly.

Wu Ye could imagine Qi Yu lying on the sofa, watching Japanese manga while knitting a scarf. She must be using a doll as her pillow and looking in the direction of the door.

She usually prepared warm milk and occasionally dessert for two people to have a midnight snack.

She was waiting for him to come home.

Wu Ye took a deep breath. The air was filled with the sweet smell of roasted apples.

The atmosphere at home made Wu Ye unburden himself. The feeling of relief made him feel that he could finally breathe, and he couldn't help but indulge in this warmth.

No one didn't like to be valued and cherished.

The feeling of being cherished like the most precious treasure was new and strange to Wu Ye, but this kind of emotion and gentleness that he had never experienced before made him feel happy.

It was like a treasure chest that had been empty for a long time was now filled. After he felt the beauty and sweetness in it, he didn't want to let anyone take this treasure away.