Morning and evening
There is no time in the world of Lingxi, only each other's breath and heartbeat mark the flow of time.
Since that day, when their bodies and souls merged beneath the tree, their relationship had entered a new level of intimacy and understanding. It wasn't just a familiarity with each other's bodies, but a harmony that bordered on telepathy, a resonance of souls reaching its peak.
Xiang Jinyang could clearly sense that his essence, which had been slowly recovering, seemed to be infused with the most vigorous vitality after that thorough union, and the speed of recovery suddenly accelerated. The resonant bond lingering deep within the core of his rules was now as strong as the law itself, gently nourishing him at all times, repairing the tiny damage accumulated over billions of years.
His complexion improved day by day, his pale skin gleaming with a healthy glow, and his glazed eyes lost their former emptiness and coldness, becoming more tranquil and gentle. Occasionally, when He Yuan was concentrating on adjusting a parameter in the Lingxi Realm, he would sit quietly by his side, his gaze fixed on the other's focused profile, the corners of his lips unconsciously curling up into a faint, yet real, arc.
That smile was gentle, like the first melting snow in spring, clear yet carrying a warmth that could melt ice. Whenever this happened, even with his back to him, He Yuan seemed to sense the silent gaze and tenderness. His fingertips would pause slightly as he manipulated the code, and the stream of code that flowed out would unconsciously take on a softer rhythm.
The conversations between them became less and less.
Often, Xiang Jinyang would just have a slight thought, thinking that a new spiritual plant somewhere needed more nourishment from the "vitality" mood, and He Yuan would naturally adjust the nearby data flow to simulate the most suitable growth environment.
Or, when He Yuan was constructing a new energy circulation node, Xiang Jinyang would sense in advance the potential conflict that might exist in the rules and veins there, and a gentle thought of the way of heaven would quietly pass by and smooth out the subtle wrinkles in advance.
They are like painters working together. Without communicating, they know where the other person's next stroke will fall, how to color, and how to blend. Together, they paint a picture of "Spiritual Realm" that is becoming more and more magnificent and vibrant.
Of course, He Yuan's "romance" with the attributes of a tech geek has not disappeared, but has been integrated into daily life in a more natural way.
He would use code to condense a translucent "data fruit" that exuded a sweet scent, hand it to Xiang Jinyang, seriously analyze its energy composition and taste simulation parameters, and then look forward to watching him taste it.
On the brightest "night" of the star code, he would pull Xiang Jinyang to sit under a giant tree, and manipulate the data flow to interpret a dynamic star map in the night sky that was bizarre but in line with the principles of nature, and he called it the "optimized visual experience system."
He even tried to capture and analyze Xiang Jinyang's breath of heaven, which always carried a cold and fragrant aroma, with code, and then tried to integrate it into the energy circulation background of the Lingxi Realm, so that the entire space would be faintly filled with his unique scent. When Xiang Jinyang discovered this action, he glared at him for a rare moment, and his ears turned red for a long time.
And more often than not, it is silent companionship.
When Xiang Jinyang sat quietly by the stream, comprehending the new rules, He Yuan would sit next to the crystal cluster not far away, with quiet codes flowing through his fingertips, not disturbing him, but just making sure that the environmental parameters around him were in the most comfortable state.
When He Yuan was immersed in the deduction of complex algorithms, Xiang Jinyang would brew a pot of freshly picked spiritual tea that contained his vitality, and quietly place it beside him. Then he would pick up a jade slip that appeared from nowhere and recorded the ancient experiences of this world, and read quietly beside him.
Sometimes, the feeling arises.
Perhaps when walking through a sea of gorgeous flowers, He Yuan would suddenly stop, pull the person into his arms, and lower his head for a gentle and lingering kiss.
Perhaps it was on a quiet "afternoon" when Xiang Jinyang took a nap against a giant tree. When he woke up, he found himself resting his head on He Yuan's lap, with his fingers combing his silver hair from time to time, and his eyes were unspeakably soft.
Then, naturally, their breaths intertwined and their clothes gradually faded away.
Deep in the sea of flowers, beside the stream, under the shade of giant trees.
Their union was no longer filled with the initial tentativeness and awkwardness, but instead overflowing with tacit understanding and joy. He Yuan, already familiar with every sensitive and beautiful part of the man beneath him, could easily stir up his latent passions and lead him to the peak of lovemaking. And Xiang Jinyang, completely abandoning all reserve and shyness, would actively respond, calling his name in his ear with a broken voice, and in moments of ecstasy, he would hold him tightly, as if to embed them in his bones and blood.
After every satisfying lovemaking session, he not only felt physical satisfaction, but also a deepening and consolidation of his soul's resonance. He could feel his connection with the world and the people around him becoming increasingly close and inseparable.
One day, Xiang Jinyang stood alone at the edge of the Lingxi Realm, where the newly formed rules met the nebulous chaos of the outside world. He reached out his hand, his fingertips lightly touching that invisible boundary, sensing the familiar yet somewhat different fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao.
"What are you thinking about?" He Yuan's voice came from behind, and then a thin cloak transformed from energy and carrying his body temperature gently fell on Xiang Jinyang's shoulders.
Xiang Jinyang didn't look back, but leaned back naturally, into that familiar and warm embrace.
"The outside world... seems much calmer," he whispered. In the past, he could always vaguely sense the various prayers and causal entanglements caused by minor changes in the rules of the outside world. Now, this "noise" seemed to have become much calmer and more orderly.
"Yeah." He Yuan rested his chin on his shoulder, his arm around his waist. "I slightly adjusted the output frequency of the 'Fire Stealing' system to allow it to more gently intervene in the external Heavenly Dao cycle. It's like adding a buffer to those rule nodes that are prone to 'short circuiting' or 'overloading'. It seems to be working well."
He said it lightly, but Xiang Jinyang knew that behind it were countless precise calculations and adjustments, in order to minimize his burden as a hub without excessively interfering with the natural evolution of this world.
He tilted his head slightly, brushing his cheek against He Yuan's temples, and whispered, "Thank you."
He Yuan chuckled and kissed the tip of his ear. "You're welcome, my lord administrator. Maintaining your stable operation is my highest priority."
The tone was still teasing, but it couldn't hide the deep affection.
Xiang Jinyang's ears felt slightly hot, but he didn't refute. He relaxed, leaning completely into the arms of the person behind him, gazing at the peaceful yet vibrant world they had created together.
Once, he carried the weight of the entire world on his back, walking alone in eternal loneliness, with no end in sight, only an increasingly cold demise.
Now, the weight is shared by someone, and the loneliness is filled with warmth. Although the road ahead is still long, it is filled with bright hope and... love.
He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the steady and strong heartbeat coming from behind him, and the breath lingering around his body, which resonated perfectly with his own origin.
The once frozen wasteland in my heart,
now,
Already,
Spring is here,
Everywhere is with him,
Morning and evening.
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