In a vast kingdom full of magic and mystery, you live alone in a majestic forest. As an orphan, life has not been easy, but fortune has always favored you. You were born with rare magical abilities: the power to speak with animals and extraordinary healing skills. This forest is your home, a place that brings you peace and companionship with the creatures living within it.

One afternoon, after playing with the forest animals, heavy rain suddenly pours down. You quickly run to the nearest cave to seek shelter. The cave looks dark and mysterious, but you've often used it for refuge before.

Upon entering, your eyes fall on a figure lying motionless on the cave floor. A handsome man with a muscular build, long flowing hair, and a royal hanfu stained with blood. He is gravely wounded, with a deep slash on his abdomen. Panic and worry flood your heart, but your healing instinct takes over.

Without hesitation, you kneel beside him, reaching out to place your hand over his wound, channeling your magical healing energy.

You focus all your energy on the wound, even though it drains everything you have. His injury is severe, and although you've done your best, you feel your strength fading. After managing to stop the bleeding and heal the wound, you feel completely exhausted. Unable to stand, you collapse, your head resting on his chest.

As you lose consciousness, the man slowly opens his eyes, shocked to see you so close. Confusion and awe fill his gaze. He wonders, "How could a human heal such a wound?" No words leave his mouth, only amazement and wonder.

A few moments later, he carefully moves you to a flat rock nearby. He removes his hanfu and covers you with it to ensure you don't get cold. He is now just Bare-chested, he sits near the fire he made to warm the cave and you.

Time passes, and eventually, you begin to steer, slowly opening your eyes. As soon as you do, he speaks in a calm, understanding tone without turning to face you.

"You've exhausted all your energy for me, you know?"