The bright sunlight shone upon the beautiful figure standing in front of the door of Wu Yang's room.
She was a woman in her prime. Her long, purple hair swayed in the gentle breeze, giving her a mystical aura. She had sharp features that could make anyone who looked at them lose themselves in her beauty.
Her amethyst eyes glowed with an enchanting lustre. And she had pale skin, smooth and pure as white jade.
She wore a white dress that hugged her curves and showed off her ample assets. It was so tight against her body that you could see every outline of her supple figure, with even the smallest details noticeable.
Her long legs peeked through the sides of the dress, enticing those who saw them, begging to be caressed. And her plump rear looked round and bouncy. It was enough to make any man drool with desire.
Standing right in front of the door, she glanced around with a frown on her face. It was like she was waiting for something—or someone.
Then, with a sigh, she spoke in a soft yet clear voice, "Why does the Madam seem to spend a lot of time inside Young Master's room nowadays?"
She paused, looking at the room as if wanting to know the answers. But there was no one around to answer her. Only silence.
She had been waiting like this for a week already, waiting to serve the needs of her master, yet Madam had been spending a lot of time inside instead. And for some reason, Madam has forbidden her to enter.
All she could do was bring them food, medicine, and other necessities. Even then, she wasn't allowed to enter the room but left them right outside the door. It had been like that for quite some time now, leaving her without anything else to do.
This made her feel a bit depressed, as she was always the one in charge of the needs of her young master.
She had become attached to him ever since he had saved her from the darkness, granting her this second life.
As she reminisced about the past, memories came flooding into her mind.
The day she was sold to the pleasure house as a sex slave by her greedy father. The time she thought she would spend the rest of her life doing nothing but pleasuring men with her body.
She never wanted to be in that place, to be treated as nothing more than a toy that men could play with and use up to their hearts' content. It was her worst nightmare.
However, she found the chance to escape from that horrible reality—but unfortunately, she couldn't run back to her home. That was no longer an option.
So she wandered the streets, looking for something, anything, to live for. And that was how she managed to survive.
Until one day, she was found by the people from the pleasure house again. That moment, she thought her life would end. She accepted her fate as an endless hell of being forced into depravity.
But right before they could take her away, a boy came and bought her for a hefty sum. She thought he was just another pervert who wanted to use her, yet the boy didn't do anything to her.
Instead, he asked her to become his maid. And even though she was quite hesitant, she decided to go through with it. After all, it was far better than becoming a sex slave.
And from then on, she became Wu Yang's maid—Xiao Yan.
As time passed, Xiao Yan slowly changed. The way she thought, the way she acted—everything changed.
It was all thanks to him, Wu Yang, who treated her as his elder sister and cared for her with all his heart.
The love she felt from him was different from anything else she had experienced before, and it made her feel like she had finally found a real family once more. A place where she truly belonged.
Xiao Yan sighed again, thinking about the current situation her young master was in. The young master had yet to recover from the strange condition, making it seem as if nothing would change at all for a long time. She didn't like this feeling.
"Young Master... if only there was something I could do for you..." Xiao Yan whispered, staring at the sky with hope. Her heart ached, knowing her young master was suffering while she was powerless to help him.
She knew what he was going through—the agony and anguish, the despair and helplessness, the longing and yearning for salvation—because she had also been there before.
"If only there was a way... Any way to help him... Even if it means risking my life..." Xiao Yan clenched her fists and closed her eyes, her mind in a whirlpool of emotions. She wanted nothing more than to ease his pain and see his smile once more.
Xiao Yan felt a wetness on her cheeks, and her hand moved up to brush it away. "Oh? I'm crying... What would Young Master say if he saw this weak side of me?"
Xiao Yan wiped her tears away, not wanting to appear weak or pitiful in the eyes of the person she loved and respected the most.
"He always told me that I look prettier when smiling, and he hated it when I was sad. So, I have to be strong..." Xiao Yan muttered in a determined voice, her expression filled with resolution. "I must stay strong for him... So he wouldn't worry and feel burdened..."
After saying that, Xiao Yan walked away from the door, ready to prepare another meal for her young master and the madam.
"What should I bring them today... something sweet? Or spicy? Hmm, both are good too, I guess..." Xiao Yan mumbled, heading to the kitchen with her thoughts preoccupied.
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