Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

Arya buried her face in her knees, the cold fabric pressed against her burning forehead.

My consciousness was somewhat blurred, and my body was alternating between feeling cold and hot.

She felt as if she had returned to the years immediately following her parents' passing, alone in the empty house, listening to the wind at night, her heart filled with emptiness.

Until this young man named Lin Yu suddenly appeared, full of mystery, and squeezed into her life in an irresistible way.

He eats her food, lives in her house, and spends her money, all without a second thought.

But he would also bring back precious milk and smoked meat, buy her pretty but "out-of-place" dresses, and say, "What others have, you should have too."

His presence was so strong that in just a few days, the house, which had been deserted for many years, was filled with his traces.

The air still carries his scent, his water glass sits on the table, and even at night, through the thin door, I can almost hear his steady breathing on the other side.

This feels...very strange.

It's no longer empty, but it seems to make people more uneasy.

Where is he now? Probably chatting and laughing with that beautiful and capable Miss Bell.

Only someone like that deserves to stand beside him; he himself...

The darkness before my eyes grew thicker, a buzzing sound filled my ears, and even the sound of rain seemed distant.

My body felt lightheaded, and I became numb to pain and cold.

Is he going to die?

I've heard that before a person dies, they will see the person they most want to see.

In the blurry vision, amidst the torrential rain outside the tree hole, a tall, familiar figure seemed to appear.

The rain was washing over his figure, making his face difficult to see.

Arya tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a bittersweet yet relieved smile.

Look, even illusions are deceiving ourselves.

At the very end, instead of seeing the already blurred faces of her parents, she saw this man she had only known for a few days.

That's right, my memories of my parents are fading.

On the contrary, his eyebrows, his expression, his tone of voice, and even the way he occasionally raised his eyebrows were frighteningly clear.

So... the person I wanted to see most was actually him?

This realization filled Arya with an indescribable bitterness and shame.

Just then, the blurry illusion moved and actually walked towards the tree hole.

And...it seems like it started talking?

The sound pierced through the noisy rain, carrying real, rapid breathing.

"Arya?"

Arya jolted, her unfocused gaze suddenly sharpening.

Is it not a hallucination?

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the figure, soaking wet, covered in mud, looking incredibly disheveled yet undeniably real, blocking the entrance to the cave.

She looked into his incredibly bright eyes, which were fixed on her.

"Mr. Lin Yu...? He really came? This isn't a dream, nor a deathbed fantasy?"

The immense impact left Arya's mind blank; all her thoughts and emotions were shattered, leaving only her most primal instincts.

She didn't even realize she had loosened her grip on the basket, nor did she feel the sharp pain in her ankle.

Struggling, using the last of its strength, it lunged toward that figure, toward that sudden, real source of heat and light.

At that moment, all the coldness, fear, loneliness, and grievances that had been weighing on my chest burst forth like a dam breaking.

"Mr. Lin Yu..."

Arya's lips trembled, uttering broken syllables.

Lin Yu stepped forward and steadily caught her cold, trembling body.

Arya crashed into his arms, clutching his soaked clothes tightly with both hands, burying her face in his chest, and finally letting out a suppressed sob that mingled with the cold rain, soaking his front.

Her body trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, not from the cold, but from the overwhelming emotions of surviving a disaster and finding someone to rely on.

Lin Yu wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly in his arms.

His palm touched the damp, cold clothes on her back, and the uncontrollable, violent trembling of her thin body beneath them.

He used his other hand to stroke the back of her wet head, pressing her even closer to his chest.

"It's alright." His voice was low, sounding above her head, damp with rain, yet strangely possessing a calming power: "I'm here."

Arya cried in his arms, unable to speak, only shaking her head and nodding frantically, her fingers clenching his clothes until they were deformed.

Lin Yu felt that the body in his arms was unusually warm.

He loosened his grip slightly and reached out to touch her forehead, which was burning hot to the touch.

She had a fever, and her ankles were visibly swollen, making her posture awkward.

We can't delay any longer.

Lin Yu bent down, put one hand under her legs and the other around her back, and with a little effort, he lifted the light and airy Arya into his arms.

Arya gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her burning cheek against his cold, damp neck.

Lin Yu held her in his arms and turned to walk into the torrential rain.

He walked quickly but steadily, trying his best to shield her from the wind and rain with his body.

Arya nestled in Lin Yu's arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat and feeling the warmth emanating from his chest.

The cold and fear that almost swallowed her were gradually replaced by another surging, bittersweet, and scalding emotion.

She buried her face even deeper, tears streaming silently down her face, mingling with the cold rain.

Lin Yu looked down at the woman in his arms who had calmed down but was still trembling slightly. He tightened his grip on her and quickened his pace, rushing towards the village, breaking through the rain.