But now, even though his body was filled with weakness and exhaustion, he could still sense a surge of vitality—a long-lost youthful energy.  

This kind of physical depletion from overexertion was entirely different from the weakness brought on by illness draining his body.  

He lowered his head and looked at his fair, clean hands, his strong physique, and his sturdy, powerful legs.  

Qihan froze, staring in prolonged silence.  

Standing behind him, Qin Tianru had closed her eyes the moment the man stabbed the knife into the wolf’s belly.  

The scene was too bloody—she couldn’t bear to look.  

Honestly, she had been pampered by her family since childhood. Many things were kept from her, even the slaughter of chickens or ducks was never done in her presence. So, she had almost never witnessed such bloody scenes before.  

It could be said that her family had raised her like a little princess. For someone like her, who spent her days tending flowers and plants as a homebody, such a sight was hard to face all at once.  

Though she didn’t dare to look, Qin Tianru’s ears remained alert to the sounds around her.  

Suddenly sensing the surroundings grow quiet, her eyelashes fluttered slightly before she opened her eyes. Seeing the wolf lying motionless on the ground, lifeless, her heart relaxed.  

But then her gaze shifted to the man slumped on the ground, and her heart tightened again.  

She rushed forward anxiously, asking, “How are you? Are you okay? Where are you hurt? Let me treat your wounds.”  

Earlier, the fierce struggle between the man and the wolf had been too chaotic for her to clearly see his injuries. But she knew he must have been wounded by the beast.  

She just wasn’t sure if there were any more severe injuries besides the gash on his chest.  

Hearing her voice, the dazed Qihan stared blankly at the young girl crouching before him. His brows furrowed tightly, but a pensive look flashed in his eyes.  

This voice… It sounded so familiar.  

It seemed to be the same soft, gentle murmuring he had heard when his consciousness was slipping into chaos.  

Qihan’s frown deepened. He suddenly realized his mind was in disarray. During his delirium, he had vaguely glimpsed a delicate figure.  

And that blurry silhouette seemed to match the young girl before him.  

Even now, he could vividly recall that when he was on the verge of collapsing into endless darkness, a warm, soothing voice had persistently echoed in his ears.

The voice had been incredibly soothing, as if carrying a magical energy that gave him the strength to resist the darkness.  

So… was it her?  

Seeing the man staring at her in a daze, silent and unresponsive, Qin Tianru’s worry deepened. She waved her hand in front of his eyes. “Hey, are you okay? Are you in pain somewhere?”  

Qihan’s voice was hoarse as he asked, “Where is this?”  

“…” Qin Tianru was at a loss. She had wanted to ask him the same thing. If even he—a local—didn’t know, then there was no way she, a stranger who had just transmigrated here, would have any idea.  

“I can honestly say I don’t know either. When I arrived, you were already unconscious behind that big tree. You don’t know where you are?”  

Qihan shook his head slightly, trying to clear his muddled thoughts. His sharp mind latched onto a key word in her response. “Unconscious?”  

He followed the direction of her finger—toward the tree, the wilderness, his unconscious state.  

Suddenly, Qihan’s pupils contracted, his face filled with disbelief.  

What was going on?  

This scene… This scene was unmistakably—