Chapter 137 Whisper

"I'm not going to curse anyone," Mingyu said softly in the ward. "Scolding them is a waste of my life."

"I want them to sign the application for dissolution of family ties. With their signatures, the process of voluntary dissolution of family ties will be faster."

Because even though Ming Zhilang and his wife were not his parents, and were even the criminals who killed his parents, according to the standards of the Central Star Region, since they raised him since he was a child, the kinship between the two parties would not be automatically dissolved because of these cruel truths.

If he didn't go through the voluntary dissolution process, he would have to submit a motion to the court for a compulsory dissolution. He would need to compile sufficient evidence to prove that the relationship had caused him irreversible harm and ongoing mental distress. It wasn't impossible, but it was too cumbersome.

Mingyu didn't want to waste any more energy on the Ming family.

The person on the bed didn't respond.

Mingyu lay on the edge of the bed and told him what happened during the day, just like every day.

He had already reached the highest speed when he returned in the aircraft, but it still took him more than an hour to get back to the hospital.

The man had fallen back asleep.

Mingyu was not discouraged.

Red Hair said that Mu Boxing had been awake longer today than in all his previous waking hours combined. This was a good sign, and Mingyu felt that he would wake up again tomorrow.

The young man thought as he traced his facial features with his eyes.

Ten days had passed since the battle on the Star Line, and a faint tinge of color had finally returned to Mu Boxing's lips, no longer looking as if he was about to stop breathing. The severe injury and surgery had made him thinner, and his already distinct features had become even sharper. It wasn't unsightly, but it was heartbreaking.

It was already night on the Capital Star. Mingyu watched for a while, then pulled out the sofa bed and placed it next to Mu Baixing's bed.

He turned off the lights, stretched out his arms, placed his palms on Mu Baixing's bed, gently hooked Mu Baixing's fingers, and closed his eyes in a somewhat awkward posture.

Mingyu has been sleeping like this every night since Mu Baixing left the treatment cabin.

Fearing any unexpected situation, the young man slept soundly at night. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he suddenly felt the warmth in his hand disappear.

Mingyu: “……!”

Mingyu felt his palms go empty. Half asleep and half awake, he couldn't understand what was happening and suddenly woke up with a start.

Moonlight shone in from the other side of the ward.

In the dim light, he met Mu Baixing's open eyes.

The man was pulling his hand out of Mingyu's. He raised himself slightly from the bed, intending to help Mingyu get into a more comfortable sleeping position, but he didn't expect Mingyu to suddenly wake up.

The young man suddenly jumped up from the bed as if there was a spring on his back. Even in the dim light, Mu Baixing could see the worry and fear in his eyes.

The next second, those strong negative emotions instantly turned into ecstasy.

"...Brother Mu?!" Mingyu leaned over and pressed his shoulder, "You're breathing so hard... Lie down quickly!"

Mu Baixing's breathing was indeed very rapid.

He was very weak and even this simple movement made him gasp for breath. The arms that supported his body were shaking. He lay down again, closed his eyes, and tried his best to regulate his breathing.

Mingyu turned on the night light and got out of bed to look at him.

"How do you feel?" The young man lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of waking up from a sweet dream in the middle of the night.

"It's okay." Mu Baixing whispered.

His voice was also very soft, with a breathy sound in each of the short two words. The man steadied his breathing and raised his fingers, as if he wanted to but had no strength. In the end, he could only ask, "Mingyu."

"Bow your head."

The young man nodded in response, bent down obediently, and heard the other party issue the next "command".

Mu Baixing: "Kiss me."

His voice was weak and slightly cold, mingling with the smell of medical disinfectant in the dim midnight, making it seem ethereal yet real.

Lips touching.

Mingyu's confused mood was covered by pure intimacy.

His breathing quickened, blending in with Mu Baixing's panting. The kiss was intermittent, and Mingyu was afraid to raise his head several times out of concern for Mu Baixing's body, but was stopped by the man's dissatisfied hum.

In the end, no one knew how long it had been, but Mingyu finally broke free from the entanglement of the other person's lips and tongue.

The only sound in the ward was the mixed, rapid breathing. It took Mingyu a long time to come back to his senses, and he subconsciously licked his lips.

He didn't know why, even though it was Mu Baixing lying in bed and unable to move, he was the one being surrounded and plundered...

Mu Baixing looked at him and clearly saw the redness on the young man's cheeks.

He wanted to pull Mingyu into his arms, but he didn't have the strength to lift his hands.

The man frowned slightly, not quite satisfied with his current physical state. He thought of the battle on the Star Line, the crying he'd heard while drifting off, the vague ripples of Mingyu's mental energy he'd felt in his own mental realm during the mental turmoil, the clarity he'd felt on several occasions after the abnormal energy in his mental realm had been drained... and the fragmented whispers Mingyu had left in his ear day after day, trying to wake him up.

Mu Baixing felt a sharp pain in his heart and said, "I'm sorry."

He once again made Mingyu experience horrific fear.

He also made the young man risk his own life to save him.

But in the Star Line Battle, Mu Boxing had already made the best choice. He didn't know how to improve, so he could only apologize.

Even though these two words are weak and pale.

Mingyu came back to his senses and met his gaze, feeling like crying again.

Because his lover finally woke up.

His lover was sad for him.

Mingyu finally had a haven where he could cry loudly.

But the young man didn't want Mu Baixing to see his vulnerability.

He knew that the other party would be very worried and would blame himself too much.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" Mingyu reached out to cover his eyes to prevent him from noticing, "It was you who almost died, not me."

"What's the point of apologizing?" He pursed his lips, trying hard to suppress the moisture in his eyes, and said with bravado, "Do you think that the two words 'sorry' can solve this problem?! You've hidden too much from me this time! When you get better... I'll make you kneel on a durian shell!"

Mu Baixing: “…”

Mu Baixing blinked, his eyelashes brushing across Mingyu's palm, and said readily, "Okay."

Mingyu: “…”

Mingyu was so itchy after being swept by him that he almost let go.

But he still held back, quickly wiped his eyes with his other hand, and said viciously: "Don't think this is a small punishment! When the time comes, I will make you take off your pants and kneel for 49 days...!"

Mu Baixing hummed and said seriously, "I'm scared."

Mingyu: “…”

...What the hell! If I were really that scared, wouldn't I just quickly coax the person into begging for mercy?

Mingyu was choked by him and had nothing to say, so he simply bent down and bit his lips.

His body was pressed against Mu Baixing's chest. He felt the man tremble slightly, and a muffled groan of pain escaped from his throat.

The young man's heart almost skipped a beat at his reaction, and then he turned around and poked him in the face in anger.

"Did I use too much force?" The young man realized that Mu Boxing was teasing him, and with smoke rising from his head, he almost wanted to roar. But he remembered to lower his voice, fearing that being too loud would irritate Mu Boxing's body. His accusation seemed very aggrieved, "I just did it so lightly!"

"Yeah." Mu Baixing heard the anger in his voice finally overwhelm the faint sound of crying, and his heart finally relaxed a little, "Kneel for another forty-nine days and you'll get the durian."

Mingyu: “…”

"That's too extravagant." Mingyu said coldly, "Durian is so expensive, it's not worth spending two on you."

Mu Baixing: “…”

This is really annoying.

Mu Baixing had offended someone, but now he didn't have the strength to even pull the young man over to hug and kiss him, so after a moment of silence, he could only say again: "Sorry."

"I haven't found the right time to tell you about my health problems."

"I didn't mean to hide my previous identity from you."

"I know." Mingyu muttered softly, "You confirmed your identity not much earlier than I did."

He finally removed his hand that was covering Mu Baixing's eyes.

Mingyu: "So, are you remembering everything now?"

Mu Baixing responded.

Mingyu tilted his head, thinking of Hao Ru and An Qiang's performance, Adeline, and Qi Wei, the deputy commander of the Second Legion who had secretly appeared outside the ward several times in the past few days, Dr. Pei with a gossipy face, and Musa, the legion commander who still stayed near the star line but always called every day, and although he had a stern face, his tone was always cautious and expectant when he asked about Mu Baixing's situation.

Mingyu hummed, unable to help but smile brightly.

"Then when you get better, you'll be busy!"

Mu Baixing read a special meaning in the young man's smile. After a moment's reflection, he knew where the young man's expression came from: most likely Musa and some of the people in the Second Legion also knew his identity, and thus showed a certain "enthusiasm".

Mu Baixing felt that the headache he had been feeling since waking up had worsened.

"Go to sleep first. Everything has to wait until you recover."

The two had been talking for quite a while. Mingyu noticed the weariness in his eyes and stroked his unconsciously furrowed brows. "Do you have a headache? The doctor said that recovery from mental surgery is very slow, so headaches are normal for the next month. If it's really uncomfortable, give me half a shot of painkiller."

"No need." Mu Baixing tilted his head and pressed his palm against Mingyu's. He closed his eyes, but then remembered something and asked, "Star Navigation Competition?"

"It's been postponed. I guess we have to wait until the investigation into the Kuroshio invasion is complete before we can resume." Ming Yu said, "Don't worry about missing it."

Mu Baixing hummed and relaxed his body.

"Mingyu." After a while, he suddenly whispered, "I used to be the ruler of the North Star Region... I'm so late, I should be responsible for them."

Mingyu paused slightly.

"To repel the Black Tide Star Sea and restore the North Star Region, the risks involved are too great, and the sacrifices involved will be extremely tragic."

"But the Fifth Star Underground Laboratory may not be the only refuge for survivors."

"At least... we should find a way to search and rescue in the Black Tide Star Sea."

The man looked like he was about to fall asleep due to exhaustion.

Mingyu knew he shouldn't disturb him at this time, but he couldn't help but whisper, "And then? Your Majesty?"

"What happens after the search and rescue is completed?"

Mu Bai moved his lips.

"They will have their own lives." The man's voice was weak, his tone calm yet natural. "I will have my own exploration team, too."

"We're talking about the same thing as before."

"It's just going to be a little late...I need you to wait for me."

Mingyu: "No wait." He let out a breath, bent down, and kissed Mu Baixing between his eyebrows just as he frowned.

"I'll go with you," the young man continued. "So that we can explore the universe together quickly and without worries, let's search and rescue together."

Mu Baixing: "...Mingyu."

"I've actually come up with something these days." Ming Yu gently rubbed his forehead. Watching Mu Baixing gradually fall asleep due to his weakened body, he lowered his voice even more. "I'll help you fulfill your wish."