The night was dark and the sky was hidden by ominous clouds, as if a heavenly wrath was preparing to descend upon the mortal realm. The silence was pierced intermittently by distant thunderstorms, as the air grew heavy with the scent of rain. In the shadows, a frail figure moved stealthily, creeping behind the walls of the brothel, his footsteps as light as a whisper. It was Chu Yun, a 20-year-old youth with a past shrouded in darkness and suffering, haunted by memories that haunted his every breath.

As he glided through the darkness, the faint lantern light revealed his striking beauty, framed by a delicate face and flowing locks that framed his slender frame. His porcelain skin, marred by scars from the brutalities of the past, was a stark contrast to the innocence lost beneath his gentle eyes. Haunted by the horrors he had endured, his gaze held a haunting mix of fear and defiance.He became a ghost of himself, haunted by the echoes of his past struggles and the weight of the trauma inflicted upon him. Yet, amidst the darkness, he refused to be extinguished.

Chu Yun discovered his ward in the garden, the sight of his suffering filled him with a strange mix of anger and sorrow. The cool night air seemed to carry a hint of vulnerability, and Chu Yun found himself unable to look away. He approached young courtesan, kneeling beside him, his own heart heavy with a pain he hadn't felt before. The young boy's bleeding nose and disheveled appearance stirred something deep within Chu Yun and he slowly and tenderly began to help him clean himself without a word.

After a while, he spoke: –"What happened this time?" Chu Yun didn't want to sound like he was blaming the boy for what happened, but he knew for sure that the boy had rebelled again. This place does not tolerate those, who still has the will to fight.