The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long gripped the handlebars of the electric scooter tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, illuminated by the flickering streetlights.

He felt like he was sliding down a tunnel with no end, and every time he tried to grab something, he would only touch empty air.

That voice is right.

Those memories are so real.

The ostracized playground, the indifferent classrooms, and the countless nights I cried alone, breaking down in despair.

He has always been a loser.

The sound grew louder and louder, relentlessly pounding on his already fragile heart.

He thought, "That's it, let it all end. I'm so tired."

Since I've always been alone and no one loves me, why should I linger in this world?

Suddenly, scenes began to appear.

Morning light streamed in through the window, falling on Luo Hanyi's slightly protruding belly. She turned her head to look at him and said, "I believe you."

Ye Niannu squatted down in the courtyard of the Taichu Holy Palace to tease a spirit rabbit, then turned around and smiled at him.

Xu Wanyun brewed a pot of tea for him in the bamboo grove of Wenxin Academy, and her fingertips were warm when she handed it to him.

Qin Minglan, riding on Taxue's back, turned around and called to him, "Old man, hurry up!"

And there's Qing'er and Jiao Jiao...

One face after another lit up, like lamps being lit.

Wang Long's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

"I'm not alone, thankfully I have them!"

His voice was a little hoarse at first, but then became more and more steady and confident.

"The people I've helped, the people who have loved me, and the people I care about are all real."

"I'm not useless, I have value! The people I care about care about me, and that's all real! Can you say it's all fake? Can you say it never actually happened?"

The sound suddenly stopped.

"The moment you negated everything I said, you already lost!"

As if struck hard at its core from within, the black mist trembled violently before melting away like frost under the sun.

The world around Wang Long began to crack.

In the real world, countless fragments fell off Wang Long's body, and his mental strength was rising in an extremely rapid and stable manner.

It surged up from beneath some slumbering barrier, like a spring that had been suppressed for a long time finally finding its outlet.

The onlookers gasped in surprise, and the cultivators who had been practicing in such a strange way sat up straight, their eyes fixed on Wang Long.

Ye Niannu sensed Wang Long's change in the real world, and suddenly opened her eyes to see Wang Long's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing.

His aura became thicker and clearer at an almost visible speed, and the fluctuations of his spiritual power rose in layers like a rising tide.

She could feel that Wang Long's spiritual power was becoming increasingly solid, and was rising in an extremely rapid and stable manner.

The surrounding cultivators stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

Someone whispered something.

"He's breaking through!"

"Mental strength breakthrough! He broke through so quickly!?"

"How did he manage to generate such strong mental energy fluctuations?"

Ye Niannu held Wang Long's hand tightly, her eyes slightly red. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"My love, I'm here. I'm waiting for you to wake up..."

In Wang Long's dream, the layer of black mist had completely dissipated.

He looked up at the slowly closing sky above him and saw a warm ray of light shining down from above, landing on his shoulder as if someone were gently patting him.

He laughed and muttered to himself.

"Alright, I should go back now. I no longer belong here."

Wang Long's mental energy then returned.

When he opened his eyes in reality, his vision was somewhat blurry, as if he were surfacing from a very deep bottom of water.

He felt the warmth from Ye Niannu's palm; her hand was still tightly holding his, her fingertips slightly cool, but the warmth of her palm felt real.

He opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse.

"Nian Nu..."

Ye Niannu met his open eyes.

Her eyes still had a ring of red that hadn't completely faded, but a smile immediately appeared on her face.

"My lord, you're awake! How are you feeling? You've successfully broken through, and your spiritual power has increased dramatically!"

Wang Long did not rush to sit up, but felt the spiritual power within his body, which was several times stronger than before, flowing smoothly.

It's definitely different now; my mental energy has become more solid, and my range of perception has expanded considerably.

"not bad."

He spoke, his voice calm.

"My lord, are you alright?!"

Ye Niannu sensed Wang Long's sadness.

Wang Long smiled and shook his head.

"They are all bad memories, but it is precisely because of those memories that I understand more clearly what kind of person I am, and I understand more clearly what I truly care about. Don't worry, I'm fine now."

Ye Niannu listened quietly without asking any further questions.

She simply squeezed his hand gently, her gaze softly falling on his face.

"It's good that you're awake."

Thank you for being with me.

Wang Long gave Ye Niannu a hug, showing how much he cherished her.

Ye Niannu was taken aback, and suddenly felt that Wang Long was a bit chubby. She chuckled and gently patted Wang Long's shoulder.

He sat up and stretched his slightly stiff shoulders.

He sensed that many eyes were on him; the mental energy fluctuations he had generated when he broke through had clearly alerted many people.

Wang Long didn't pay any attention to that. He simply nodded slightly to the cultivators who were looking at him, and then stood up.

Ye Niannu also stood up, patted her skirt, and turned her head to look at him.

Before Wang Long could even stretch his muscles, he felt an unusual fluctuation coming from beside him.

He suddenly turned his head and saw Ye Niannu standing in the same spot, surrounded by a soft halo of light.

The light emanated from her body, initially a very pale light blue, then gradually brightened, like a lit lamp shining from the inside out.

Ye Niannu's peach blossom eyes widened slightly, showing a hint of surprise, which then turned into delight, her voice clear and urgent.

"My lord, my spiritual power is about to break through!"

Before she finished speaking, the fluctuations of her spiritual energy spread outwards in layers, like the surface of a lake after a stone has been thrown in.

The light grew brighter and brighter, flowing and surging across her body, enveloping her in a warm halo.

Wang Long's heart tightened, but he quickly calmed down. He reached out and gently supported Ye Niannu's arm, his voice steady and decisive.

"Then focus on your breakthrough. I will protect you; no one is allowed to come near."

Ye Niannu smiled and nodded. Without hesitation, she sat down cross-legged on the spot, placed her hands naturally on her knees, and closed her eyes.

The light emanating from her body subtly diminished in that instant, becoming more restrained and steady, as if it were about to sink into some deeper and quieter place.

The surrounding cultivators stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "Another breakthrough?"

"Just who are these two?"