The wind and snow whipped at his face, freezing him, but his back felt like he was carrying a burning flame. In the torment of both ice and fire, somewhere deep in his heart, the thick layer of ice built from countless cycles of betrayal and despair finally made a clear, shattering sound.
The streets outside the park were also covered in thick snow, with few cars and no pedestrians. The cold wind whirled snow foam across the empty road.
Mu Xinrong stood by the roadside, carrying Chao Youye on his back, looking around anxiously. His phone was in his pocket, but he had to hold the person tightly with one hand, and the other hand was completely unable to move flexibly.
What was even more terrible was that the scorching body temperature and increasingly weak breathing on his back were like the beat of a death drum, beating on his heart again and again.
"Hold on...Chao Youye! You just hold on!" He almost shouted, his voice hoarse and broken in the wind and snow. It was unclear whether he was ordering the person on his back or cheering himself up.
Finally, a taxi with its "empty" light on came slowly from the white distance, like a savior in the snowstorm. Mu Xinrong waved with all his might, almost rushing to the center of the road.
The car braked with difficulty in the thick snow. The driver rolled down the window, revealing a red, frozen face filled with shock. "Wow! Young man, what's going on?"
"Hurry! Go to the nearest hospital! My friend has a high fever and is unconscious! Hurry!" Mu Xinrong spoke quickly, his voice filled with unquestionable urgency and a barely perceptible tremor.
He struggled to open the back door and carefully pushed the hot body on his back inside.
The driver was also shocked when he saw Chao Youye's pale face and the blood on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dare to delay any longer: "Hurry up, get in the car! Sit tight!"
The doors were closed, shielding the car from the raging snow and wind outside, but the air inside was still icy cold. The heater seemed to have just started working, and the wind it blew out smelled of dust and was only slightly warmer.
Mu Xinrong laid Chao Youye's body as flat as possible, letting him rest his head on his legs. Without support, Chao Youye's head tilted weakly to the side, revealing the fragile lines of his neck and the hideous wound.
His breathing became weaker and more rapid, his cheeks were abnormally flushed, and his lips were dry and chapped.
Mu Xinrong took off his cold down jacket and covered Chao Youye with it without hesitation, trying to give him a little extra warmth. His fingers accidentally touched the other person's scorching forehead, and the scorching temperature made his fingertips tremble.
"Master, please drive faster!" He couldn't help but urge, his voice tense.
"Oh, this road condition... I'll try my best!" The driver looked at the anxious and pale face of the boy in the rearview mirror, and the other boy who was covered by a down jacket with only a little chin exposed, and whose situation was obviously very bad. He also became nervous and stepped on the accelerator hard.
The wheels skidded on the snow, making a screeching sound, and the car struggled to accelerate on the almost deserted street.
In the narrow space of the carriage, the only sounds were the roar of the engine, the faint hiss of the heater, and Chao Youye's weak and painful breathing.
Mu Xinrong lowered his head, looking at the person resting his head on his legs. In the dim light, Chao Youye's brows were still tightly furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, trembling uneasily.
He had shed his cold, divine shell, removed all his defenses and disguises, and now he was as fragile as a glass doll that would break at the slightest touch.
The scorching heat was transmitted to Mu Xinrong's legs through the thin school uniform pants, like a continuously burning iron, burning him and making him panic.
The cold images of countless worlds and the fragile and painful face in front of him were intertwined and collided wildly.
Mu Xinrong, who was wearing a star robe, was pierced by the beam of light, his white robe was stained with blood, and his eyes were broken.
The person in front of me was breathing weakly, his cheeks were flushed, and his brows were furrowed.
Farmer Mu Xinrong was swallowed silently by the black hole, leaving only the child's confused crying.
The person in his arms curled up unconsciously and let out a vague, tearful "cold".
The scholar in the laboratory was cut in half by the spatial blade, his frozen smile stained with blood.
At this moment, the dried blood at the corner of his mouth was shocking.
And... the wedding morning on Epsilon-7, the carefully prepared breakfast, the splattered blood, and the cold assessment report in his core log...
"Emotional simulation protocol has concluded… Risk level: Extremely high. Final erasure procedures recommended."
The cold, mechanical sound seemed to echo in his ears again. Mu Xinrong suddenly closed his eyes, a strong feeling of nausea rising in his throat. Hatred, like poison ivy, instantly wrapped around his heart, nearly suffocating him.
Why did he save him? Why did he care if he lived or died? This cold program that had betrayed him countless times, killed him, used his cherished feelings as experimental data! He should have let him freeze to death in the snow! This was the ending he deserved!
The surging hatred and anger threatened to overwhelm him. He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly with the intense emotion.
Just then—
"Um... Rong..."
An extremely subtle and unclear call sounded faintly, like a candle in the wind.
Mu Xinrong's whole body trembled violently! He suddenly opened his eyes!
Chao Youye was still unconscious, her eyes tightly closed, but her cracked lips moved ever so slightly, as if she was unconsciously mumbling something.
A new tear, turbid and hot, slowly slid down the corner of the tightly closed eye without any warning, and silently seeped into the wet black hair at the temple.
That tear, like a pot of boiling magma, poured down on his head, instantly burning away the revengeful hatred that had just ignited in him.
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