After their passionate time ended, it had been almost two hours. The two of them were lying on the bed, drenched in sweat, holding each other. Kuang Ye ran his fingers through his lover’s wet hair on her forehead, feeling a bit guilty, and asked, “Shall I carry you to the bathroom?” He had wanted to give Wan wan a perfect first experience for so long, but it had gotten out of control, and they hadn’t cared about time or place.

Mu Wan’s face showed clear signs of exhaustion. She glared at Kuang Ye, saying, “Now you feel guilty? You should’ve stopped when I told you to.”

“First, tell me about your hand,” she said, her tone still somewhat upset.

When Kuang Ye heard Mu Wan say that they couldn’t go on, his heart ached. At that moment, he realized that nothing else mattered—no pride, no self-respect. Without Mu Wan, he couldn’t live another day.

Now, he spoke honestly. “Four years ago, I had tendonitis and ligament damage in my wrist, so I had to take some time off.”

“Thankfully, after treatment, I returned to the game.”

“But this time, when it relapsed, I contacted the doctor who treated me before right away.”

“He advised me to retire; otherwise, continuing to play might affect my daily life in the future.”

Mu Wan immediately grabbed his hand, her voice a little somber. “Haven’t you seen any other doctors?”

Kuang Ye replied, “I have, and the diagnosis was more or less the same.”

Mu Wan felt that she had been misled by information from her past life. In her previous life, Kuang Ye had made it to the global finals, so she naturally thought his hand couldn’t possibly be an issue. But with how much Kuang Ye loved HW, it was also possible that he would play injured.

“So what do you plan to do now?” Mu Wan asked.

Kuang Ye tightly held her hand. “Right now, retiring isn’t an option. The new jungler for ST hasn’t been found yet, the Fall season tournament is still ongoing, and—” He placed his soft hand near his lips and kissed it. “And I haven’t given my fiancée a global championship yet.”

Mu Wan poked his nose. “Stop using me as an excuse; you just want to win.”

Kuang Ye nodded. “That’s of course part of it. The other part is that I want to raise the five-star red flag at the HW awards ceremony and let people stop looking down on me.”

Esports can also bring glory to the country. He wasn’t just some good-for-nothing young master.

Mu Wan rested against his broad chest. “Then tomorrow, let’s go to the hospital and get your hand checked.”

Kuang Ye hummed in agreement, then carefully asked, “Wan wan, you mentioned you knew about our second meeting—what was that about?”

When he made that bet, he had been sure he would win, so he often teased Mu Wan with it.

Mu Wan thought back to that day. “I was walking home when I heard someone fighting in the alley. I thought it was some school bullying, so I was a bit scared and walked away. But the noise was quite loud, and I was worried someone might get hurt, so I ran back and shouted.”

“It was very quiet around. I clearly heard you curse at Kuang Daqiang. Then when you were beating him in the abandoned building, you said the same thing, so that’s how I remembered.”

Kuang Ye hadn’t expected that. He gently rubbed her head with his chin.

“Then there’s one more condition. What do you want me to do?”

Mu Wan thought for a moment and said, “Tell me about your past. I don’t want to hear about it from others anymore.”

Kuang Ye tightened his arms around her. “You don’t need to set a condition for that. You’re the person I’ve chosen for life. You should know everything about me.”

Then Kuang Ye told Mu Wan everything about his past, including how he had entered a black gambling den when he was young and the incident in the alley that day.

“Wan wan, if you saved my life when I was fifteen, then five years ago, you saved my entire life. If I had really impulsively killed Kuang Daqiang, I would never have been able to be a professional player, and I would never have been able to be with you.”

“Thank you. You saved me twice.”

At this moment, Mu Wan only felt grateful, thankful for her two acts of kindness back then. Otherwise, such a wonderful Kuang Ye would never have appeared in her life.

Kuang Ye continued, “After I beat Kuang Daqiang that day, I immediately returned to my hometown, and sure enough, my foster mother had been sold by him. When I was about to be sold by Kuang Daqiang, my foster mother disagreed, but in the end, she couldn’t stop him. So, she secretly told me the truth about my background. She told me to run, to find my real parents, and never to return to that house.”

“I feel ashamed that I never went back again, leaving her alone…”

Mu Wan thought about how Kuang Ye had gone to the Kuang family villa when he was fifteen and hesitated to ask, “So the reason you felt sympathy for Kuang Shuyu back then was partly because of your foster mother?”

Kuang Ye nodded. “Kuang Shuyu is my foster mother’s biological son. I had already escaped, and I didn’t want him to fall back into that hell.” But he didn’t expect that Kuang Shuyu would turn out to be just as bad as his father.

“And then? Did you call the police and arrest Kuang Daqiang?” Mu Wan continued to ask.

Kuang Ye nodded. “Yes, I called the police.”