Chapter 133 Bright Sanatorium This kiss was gentle, carrying a faint medicinal scent…

Munasher was resting in the lounge of the dean's office.

The rest room was completely dark, with only a small lamp by the bedside casting a dim yellow glow in the darkness. He was curled up in the blankets, facing inwards, revealing his pale forehead and his eyelashes lightly closed.

Ji Yang walked in silently. He stood quietly by the bed, his tall figure blocking the light of the small lamp and casting a large shadow on Mu Nashe. He stared at the outline he covered, his gaze lingering on it.

Beneath the blanket, her shoulder blades rose and fell faintly with her breathing, like a pair of butterflies with broken wings, shockingly thin.

After a long while, Mu Nashe seemed to finally realize that the overly intense gaze had awakened him. With the impatience of his illness, he turned over and asked in a hoarse and cold voice, "How much longer are you going to watch?"

His gaze slowly rose, and upon seeing who it was, a flicker of surprise flashed across his previously cold eyes: "It's you? What brings you here?"

"Who else did you think it was?"

Perhaps due to illness, Mu Nashe no longer made the effort to maintain a public image, and his exposed facial features were almost indistinguishable from Jiang Yang's.

Ji Yang blurted out the words, but regretted them as soon as they left his mouth. He had thought of Jiang Yang when he replied with those words. He thought of his previous interactions with Mu Nashe.

Mu Nashe shook his head, burying his head deeper into the pillow. Overwhelmed by drowsiness, he stared at Ji Yang and murmured, "I don't know."

"It's alright. Jiang Yang asked me to come and check on you. Are you feeling better?"

Ji Yang lowered his eyes and caught sight of Mu Nashe curled up in a ball again. Realizing something was amiss, he pulled over a chair and sat down.

He didn't like looking at Jiang Yang from above, always feeling that such a gaze was like scrutiny.

...Ji Yang froze, that conflicting feeling surging up again. Before him was Jiang Yang's face. On one hand, he kept convincing himself that Jiang Yang and Mu Nashe were the same person, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel guilty, guilty that he seemed to have taken Mu Nashe for granted as Jiang Yang.

"What are you thinking about?" Munashe raised his hand, his five fingers together on the side of the pillow.

This is a typical posture that makes one feel insecure.

Almost instinctively, Ji Yang leaned out, carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, took Mu Nashe's hand off, and tucked it back under the blanket.

"Um?"

Munashe watched his movements with a probing expression.

Ji Yang didn't explain. He was conflicted but didn't want to become estranged from "Jiang Yang". After hesitating for a long time, he simply asked, "Should I call you Jiang Yang or Mu Nashe?"

After a long pause, Munashe finally answered the question with a simple, "Either is fine."

She even deliberately avoided making eye contact with Ji Yang, keeping her head upright and staring straight at the light shadow on the ceiling.

The two of them seemed a little uncomfortable for a moment.

However, this action also made Ji Yang notice the obviously abnormal flush on his face, and he reached out to touch his forehead: "You have a fever, have you taken medicine?"

Munashe didn't dodge. Instead, following the cool fingertips, he turned his head and pressed his face into the other's palm, squeezing between the fingers. The coolness made him feel like a big cat being stroked. He squinted his eyes and answered, "I've already eaten."

Ji Yang could clearly feel the protruding cheekbones in his palm, and felt a sharp pain in his hand, but he felt more sad. He thought of Jiang Yang, who was still in the treatment room. He felt that Mu Nashe and Jiang Yang were like a big bitter gourd and a little bitter gourd.

Mu Nashe noticed Ji Yang's absent-mindedness and casually asked, "Where's Jiang Yang?"

"In the treatment room," Ji Yang answered truthfully, a worry rising in his heart. He remembered the treatment records of other players he had seen in the archives and couldn't help but ask, "Is there any danger?"

"Won't."

Munashe spoke with certainty that the treatment room was indeed not dangerous for Jiang Yang, but for him, it felt like a deeply hidden secret had been discovered, even though he was the one who discovered the secret.

"That's good."

Munashe curled up again, finding a comfortable position, and her eyelids drooped down.

"...Um."

Ji Yang remained motionless in that position, his palm warm with Mu Nashe's breath. Mu Nashe was sleeping restlessly, kicking his legs every now and then and kicking the blanket off his body. Ji Yang had to be careful not to wake him up, so he quickly pulled it back and covered him up.

Jiang Yang slept the same way. When they rarely stayed together, he would occasionally wake up at night and glance at the side of him.

Sometimes they would huddle together in the crook of their legs, and sometimes they would lie sprawled out on the floor, their blankets already drooping on the floor.

Sure enough, no matter how old he got, he couldn't change this habit. Ji Yang didn't notice his gradually softening gaze.

Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't accept the appearance of a Jiang Yang who might be completely different from the ones he had met before; he was just worried...

He might anxiously ask, "Don't you like me anymore?"

Even after Mu Nashe opened his eyes, Ji Yang remained in the same position.

Munashe looked much better. He opened his sleepy eyes and asked, "Just sitting like this?"

"I didn't want to wake you."

Ji Yang silently withdrew his hand, which had become stiff from being pressed down. Jiang Yang had always had trouble sleeping; he would wake up at the slightest noise, and once awake, it was difficult for him to fall back asleep.

Munashe smiled without saying a word. He lifted the blanket and slowly moved towards the edge of the bed, his shinbone inevitably touching Ji Yang's knee.

Ji Yang's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. His gaze shifted to the dark trouser leg of Mu Nashe hanging by the bedside. Before Mu Nashe's toes even touched the ground, he bent down, reached out and picked up the slipper that was a little further away, and placed it next to Mu Nashe's feet.

"Are you this well-behaved with everyone?"

Munashe aligned the shoe with the eyelet, stepped steadily into it, and looked up at him meaningfully.

"No..."

Ji Yang stared at the face that was exactly like Jiang Yang's, and faced with Mu Nashe's almost provocative words, he felt a little embarrassed, as if his boyish secrets had been exposed: "I wasn't very well-behaved either..."

He was decisive and ruthless, and every employer said he was powerful and reliable. What he wanted was for Jiang Yang to rely on him without reservation, so that he would not be forced into the same dilemma as before.

But Jiang Yang was different to him, so he was naturally different in front of Jiang Yang in private, not to mention when he faced Mu Nashe, who was more indifferent than Jiang Yang, yet more straightforward.

"She's very well-behaved."

Mu Nashe stood up, instantly becoming half a body taller than Ji Yang. He leaned down and got close to Ji Yang: "Have I ever told you that you're a good boy?"

I... am I Jiang Yang or Mu Nashe...? No... Mu Nashe has never said anything like this before...

Ji Yang shook his hair in a flustered manner, as if denying something. Mu Nashe moved even closer: "Didn't you say that?"

Has Jiang Yang ever said that? It seems that most of the time, Jiang Yang is the one who behaves more obediently.

He tilted his head to avoid Mu Nashe's overly harsh gaze, his tone tinged with a barely perceptible hint of grievance: "Why are you always so mean to me?"

So you think I don't like you?

...Ji Yang responded softly.

"So you think I'll treat Jiang Yang badly after she recovers, is that right?"

...Ji Yang responded softly again.

Looking at him like this, Mu Nashe sighed softly and said in a flat tone, "I've spoiled you for nothing."

To the scrambled code that had once stepped onto the trial bench, Jiang Yang was a lover he didn't know.

The same applies to Munashe.

He didn't receive Jiang Yang's memories in real time, but rather in a fixed state within the treatment room.

His visits to the treatment room were irregular, sometimes lasting a week, sometimes a year, and sometimes even ten years.

In the archives, the images flashed before his eyes one by one. Even if he was slow to realize, he could tell that the relationship between Jiang Yang and Ji Yang was unusual.

Jiang Yang loves Ji Yang, so he will love Ji Yang too, but he is not ready to love someone yet.

So when he realized something was wrong, he immediately left the treatment room.

It wasn't until Jiang Yang used the Judgment Card for the last time, and 007 was about to enter the sanatorium as the judge monitoring Jiang Yang, that he fully received all the memories about Jiang Yang and Ji Yang.

This time, before Ji Yang could organize his thoughts, Mu Nashe suddenly picked up his tongue.

The kiss was gentle, with a faint bitter taste of medicine mixed with the refreshing scent of Mu Nashe, without the slightest hint of aggression.

Ji Yang's body tensed instantly, as if he had been burned. Mu Nashe lifted his chin and gently stroked his Adam's apple with his thumb: "Good boy, relax, open your mouth a little wider."

As she spoke, she bent her knees and forcefully squeezed between his legs.

The knees were resting on the edge of the stool, very close to him, and the empty space created a subtle tactile sensation. His mind went blank, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the mouth... or the legs that were opening...

He could only passively tilt his head back, two soft sobs escaping uncontrollably from his throat, followed by aimless shouts.

"Rippling..."

After Mu Nashe finished kissing him, she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she pressed her forehead against Ji Yang's forehead, so close that their eyelashes almost intertwined.

He kissed Ji Yang's moist eyes and relented, "Fine, I won't blame you."

"You can ask that question again now."

"I don't want to ask anymore."

Ji Yang almost drowned in this sea, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

Ignoring his refusal, Munashe replied to herself, "Very well-behaved, very cute, I like her very much."

Jiang Yang likes it very much.

Every word clearly landed in Ji Yang's heart, and Ji Yang blushed deeply.

Munashe glanced down and pinched the face: "You only met me when I was 18."

"I'm going to the restroom; I'm going to the solitary confinement room soon."

Mu Nashe withdrew his hand and straightened up. Ji Yang grabbed Mu Nashe's wrist: "So early?"

"Yes, it will be too late after dawn."

Ji Yang pressed urgently, "What are you going to do? What are you going to have Jiang Yang do in your place? Why are you doing this?"

A barrage of questions came at him, and Munasher stopped hiding it, explaining calmly, "I don't have the authority. I'm having some health problems. Solitary confinement is safer, but if I just disappear, they'll find out and I'll be in trouble."

He paused, then added, "However, you only have two days; you must leave no later than the day after tomorrow."

Ji Yang's heart tightened: "What about you? What will you do if we leave?"

"I'll be fine if the trial is suspended."

Ji Yang was still not convinced and asked again, "Really?"

"Yes, I'm not lying to you."

Having received an affirmative answer, Ji Yang took out the Judgment Card from the magic box, along with the white rose, and handed it to Mu Nashe: "Jiang Yang asked me to give this to you."

...Munash's eyes flickered, and after a moment of hesitation, he held the rose stem to his nose and gently sniffed it.

A faint floral fragrance lingered around his nose, and after thinking about it, he decided not to refuse the kindness.

A dozen minutes later, Mu Nashe came out of the restroom, and Ji Yang escorted him all the way to the door of the solitary confinement cell on the sixth floor.

The heavy metal door slowly opened. Standing outside, all that could be seen was darkness.

“Ji Yang”.

Backlit, Mu Nashe's figure appeared somewhat blurry in the darkness. The dean, who was always divine and aloof in Ji Yang's memory, was now uttering his name in a hurried manner.

Ji Yang felt inexplicably nervous: "I'm here."

"Thank you for being here."

"Don't worry, we'll meet again."