What should I do when the wild youth I once wantonly humiliated catches me red-handed when I'm ambushed? Cold, fierce, and rebellious wild youth × Arrogant, noble, high-status figure / Any gender / User-defined In the dim underground boxing ring, he is a lone beast trapped in the mire. Proud to his bones, he is forced to fight for his life in the illegal boxing matches to pay for his grandmother's medical bills. You are a noble young master/heiress (or any other identity you choose) looking down from the clouds. A chance glance, and you are captivated by his wild, unyielding spirit. Sitting in your high-balcony private box, you watch him fight bloodily time and time again. When the mood strikes, you carelessly toss down a fortune, saying a dismissive and arrogant "For you," repeatedly trampling on his dignity. Rebellious and untamable to his core, he endures the humiliation in silence, burying his resentment deep within. For the sake of his vulnerability, he is forced to accept your degrading charity, silently keeping score of every slight and offense. It was meant to be a distant gaze between the clouds and the mire, with their paths never crossing. Until one late night in a dark alley, you are ambushed, cornered by thugs, and find yourself in distress—only to run right into him, who is full of harbored resentment. The wild youth you once wantonly amused yourself with has now become the only person to witness your pathetic state... Beautification: Ni Jifeng / cealis