This scene was something he would never forget, even in death.  

Because it was here that his life took a drastic turn—where his suffering began.  

The memories of this place had long been etched into his bones and blood. How could time ever make him forget?  

But… wasn’t he supposed to be dying?  

How did he end up here?  

Could it be that his obsession was so deep that, on the verge of death, he dreamed once more of the place that had altered his fate?  

But that didn’t make sense!  

In his memories, he had never killed a wild wolf that night, nor had he encountered a young woman. Even if the memories were distant, he still remembered his own experiences clearly.  

Qi Han lowered his head and glanced at himself. Yes, even his clothes matched exactly what he had worn back then.  

So why, if everything was the same, were there now two discrepancies?  

This dream felt utterly bizarre to him.  

Was it that, before death, everyone experienced a dream completely opposite to reality?  

“Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere? Don’t scare me like this~”  

Seeing the man standing frozen, unresponsive as if shocked by something, Qin Tianru hurried forward and patted his shoulder.  

Qi Han shuddered violently, his gaze snapping to Qin Tianru in disbelief.  

What was going on?  

He had just felt the warmth of a human touch. Could someone who was dead—or dreaming—feel normal body heat?  

At this moment, Qi Han felt as though his head was about to explode, his thoughts tangled into a chaotic mess.  

He remembered that just moments ago, he had suffered another attack. His breathing had grown labored, his consciousness slipping away. In his haze, he had heard a soothing female voice by his ear.  

At first, he thought it was a nurse at the hospital. Then, he sensed someone touching his body and assumed it was the doctors and nurses trying to save him.  

Though he wasn’t entirely aware of his physical state, he still had some lingering perception.  

Soon after, he felt a warm current slowly flowing through his body—a sensation so incredibly comforting, as though a surge of vibrant life force had been injected into him.  

Almost instantly, the heaviness and weakness in his body began to ease.  

But before he could fully process that sensation, the same soothing voice sounded by his ear again. This time, however, it carried urgency, anxiety, and even a hint of fear.  

Though he couldn’t make out the exact words, for some reason, his heart grew restless along with her.  

What had happened? Why was she so uneasy?  

He wanted to wake up, to open his eyes and see.  

So he struggled with all his might, finally breaking free from the darkness’s grip.  

Yet, the moment he opened his eyes, the scene before him left no room for thought. Instinct took over—he snatched the knife from the woman’s hand and charged at the wild wolf.  

Truth be told, during the entire fight, his mind was completely blank. He hadn’t registered his surroundings at all, focused only on eliminating the immediate danger. It was a reflex honed by years of survival.  

Before this, he had assumed he was either dreaming or already dead, enduring some form of purgatorial trial.