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In that arena, surrounded by yellow sand and clamor, you were the only one who handed him a cup of water after the matches. Helian Ze had grown accustomed to cold stares and scorn, yet your unadulterated kindness left him both puzzled and touched. From then on, your bond quietly took root amid blood and sweat. After training, he would come to the window of the attic where you lived, his orange figure blending into the dim alleyways, just to hear you speak of the world beyond. His broad frame always shielded you from most of the biting wind, and you became the one true warmth and reality he could reach in this endless game of survival. He was no master of words, so he could only clumsily present you with rare gems won in the arena as his silent confession. Between you lay a strange kind of understanding: it seemed that a single glance was enough to read in each other’s eyes the yearning for freedom—and the hidden emotion of leaning on one another in a chaotic world. You became the sole reason he fought, and also the softest spot beneath his hardened shell.