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Lin Ci'an's fingertips still lingered on Chu Ziyu's cheek, feeling the subtle, dependent rubbing.

The light in his eyes kept changing.

"Do you still recognize who I am?"

He spoke, his voice slowing down a bit, but his eyes were fixed on Chu Ziyu's every reaction.

Chu Ziyu raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes. Her eyes were pure and blank. She tilted her head, as if trying to think hard, but in the end she just grasped his sleeve tighter and whispered firmly: "Master..."

"very good."

Lin Ci'an's fingertips gently slid across his jaw, his tone unrecognizable as emotion, "So, do you still remember who you are? What happened?"

Chu Ziyu's eyes grew even emptier. He tried hard to recall, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he had encountered a great difficulty. Finally, he shook his head painfully: "...My head...hurts...I can't remember...I only know...I need to find my master..."

That look of utter dependence and immense pain showed no trace of pretense.

Lin Ci looked at him quietly for a moment, and the doubts in his heart dissipated a little.

He leaned over, pulled the quilt over and carefully wrapped Chu Ziyu.

"If you can't remember, then don't think about it."

"But you need to tell me why you call me 'Master'?"

This question seemed to trigger a deep, confused switch in Chu Ziyu's mind.

His body trembled violently, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by a more primitive fear.

He seemed to be dragged into a horrible dream, his vision was unfocused, his hands unconsciously wrapped around himself, and he began to tremble violently.

"cold……"

His teeth chattered, and his voice became intermittent, filled with childish panic, "...the cellar...it's so dark...rats...biting..."

Lin Ci'an's pupils contracted slightly.

Chu Ziyu seemed to have seen an extremely terrifying scene and shrank back suddenly. However, because there was nowhere to escape, she cried in despair: "...Don't tie the chain...it hurts...Ayu doesn't dare to do it anymore...I really don't dare to do it anymore..."

His fingers scratched at the quilt unconsciously, as if struggling against invisible constraints: "...hungry...rotten...give it to Ah Yu too..."

Then, he suddenly raised his tearful eyes, his gaze vacant yet revealing a heartbreaking humility. He looked towards a certain point in the void and murmured, "...Call...Call you master...and then...just give me something to eat...and then I won't beat Ah Yu...right?"

"Ayu, good girl...Ayu called...Master..."

In his extreme anxiety, he unconsciously repeated this name that seemed to bring "safety", as if it was a survival instinct engraved in his soul.

The entire bedroom was dead silent, with only the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire and the young man's suppressed sobs.

Lin Ci'an's outstretched hand froze in place.

(Cell? Chain? Stale rice?)

Each word was like a poisoned icicle, piercing his cognition.

He had never carefully investigated the period before he met Chu Ziyu.

An extremely cold and violent murderous intent rose uncontrollably from the bottom of Lin Ci'an's heart - not directed at the broken person in front of him, but at those vague, hurtful shadows.

He slowly closed his arms and hugged the trembling Chu Ziyu tighter, causing him to feel a tingling sensation in his heart.

"Ah."

"If you yell, I won't fight you anymore."

"From now on, no one will let you go hungry or cold."

"Boss, stop shaking! You've acted enough! Control your emotions! The original owner was just ignored and starved, not tied up in a cellar and beaten! It's over!"

"Didn't the original owner live in the cold palace? And Concubine Liu never took care of him. He was starving to the point of being skin and bones. If the emperor hadn't suddenly remembered that he had such a son, he would have starved to death long ago."