Morning Dew
Silence is no longer a cold barrier, but a sticky warmth full of unspoken words.
Time lost its meaning of measurement, and only flowed slowly in the resonance of the two people's clasped fingertips and the faint yet firm beating of their hearts.
I don't know how much time has passed, a whole night? Or maybe even longer?
The eternally unchanging silver sky at the edge of Jintian Realm (perhaps merely a visual illusion caused by the highly condensed laws) was faintly tinged with an almost imperceptible warmth. This wasn't the true dawn light of the outside world, but rather the subtle shift in light effects produced by the internal laws of this realm stabilizing and the energy flow entering a new cycle.
But this insignificant change, in the eyes of two beings who had just experienced a soul earthquake, was nothing less than a wonder of the creation of the world.
Especially for He Yuan.
He was the first to notice the change in light. Always on high alert and perceptive, he almost immediately captured the abnormal data and stored it in his database. The analysis process automatically began: energy wavelength change, regular fluctuation frequency adjustment, possible cause speculation...
However, for the first time, these cold data streams failed to occupy his entire mind.
His gaze was more focused on the delicate, almost transparent skin in front of him, which was brushed by the faint light.
Look at that warm halo, how it gently outlines the contours of the other person's straight nose, how it casts fine, golden light and shadow on the slightly trembling, moist eyelashes, and how... bit by bit, it dispels the last trace of heart-pounding cold death on the pale skin, and tints it with a very faint, living warmth.
An unprecedented, almost "greedy" desire to watch seized him.
He even unconsciously slowed down the simulated frequency of his breathing, fearing that he would disturb the brief silence that seemed like an illusion.
At this moment, the cold hand that had been curled up quietly in his palm moved very slightly.
Her knuckles curled slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously scratched the softest part of his palm very lightly.
Like a feather falling.
But it was like the strongest electric current, instantly breaking through all of He Yuan's computing barriers!
His entire body stiffened, nearly leaping to his feet! A mixture of extreme numbness and sharp stimulation raced along the nerve bundle in his arm (or a similar structure) to his brain, triggering a brief, intense blackout!
Xiang Jinyang seemed to be awakened by his own unconscious action.
The warm glow also caught his attention. His long eyelashes trembled violently several times, and finally, extremely slowly, with a hesitant feeling that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, he opened his eyes.
The glass-colored eyes seemed exceptionally clear due to the tears that had soaked them, but were also covered with a layer of ignorant and fragile mist due to the emotional storm of just waking up (or just leaving behind).
His gaze first fell blankly on a certain point in the void, and then, extremely slowly, it moved downwards...
Finally, the scene froze on the two people's hands still tightly clasped together and pressed against his heart.
“!”
The moment his consciousness returned, a wave of shame and helplessness washed over him like a tsunami! Last night (?), those uncontrollable tears, those broken pleas, that suffocating grip... all the images flashed back, scorching his ears until they instantly turned red!
He almost instinctively exerted force, trying to pull his hand back and retreat into the safe shell again!
However, He Yuan's reaction was faster than his!
The moment he exerted force, the hand that had been gently wrapping around him instantly tightened its grip! Not to hurt him, but with an unquestionable, even slightly panicked, stubbornness, it locked his hand, which was trying to escape, even tighter in place!
"No."
He Yuan's voice sounded, with a hint of hoarseness from just recovering from an abnormal outage, and a hint of almost overbearing possessiveness that he himself was not aware of.
Xiang Jinyang's struggle stopped.
He raised his eyes and met He Yuan's gaze.
Those eyes, always reflecting the cold streams of code, now surged with a deep, almost engulfing undercurrent he couldn't comprehend. There was no trace of the usual playfulness, inquiry, or technical focus, only a pure, searing warmth...
eager.
What do you desire?
Xiang Jinyang couldn't understand.
But he was pinned to the spot by that gaze, unable to move. His heartbeat lost its rhythm, pounding wildly under the other person's hand still pressing on his heart, with nowhere to hide.
"...Let...go..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice even hoarse and weaker than before, more like a plea than a command.
"No." He Yuan's answer was still firm, even a little angry. Instead of letting go, he took advantage of their position and leaned in closer.
The slightly cool breath with his unique scent brushed across Xiang Jinyang's forehead, bringing a shiver.
"Why are you crying?" He Yuan stared at him and suddenly asked. His question was blunt and almost cruel, yet it was filled with a childlike confusion and persistence. "What are those 'tears'...?"
He couldn't understand that liquid. The database only contained functional explanations about water, salt, and lubricating the eyeballs. Nothing could explain why it emerged with such intense pain, and why... it had such a scorching temperature.
Xiang Jinyang was caught off guard by his question. The blood color on his cheeks faded away in an instant, and then quickly surged up again, with red and white mixed together, making him look very miserable.
How could he explain it? Explain that it wasn't water in the physical sense? Explain that it was the product of overflowing emotions? Explain that it was... a sign of vulnerability?
Any explanation would be tantamount to reopening the wound that had just healed.
He turned his head away, bit his lower lip, and refused to answer.
However, He Yuan refused to give up.
His gaze was like the most precise probe, unwilling to miss the slightest change in his emotions. He observed his shameful expression, his crimson-stained earlobes, and his Adam's apple, which slid slightly with nervousness...
A strong, imitative urge came over me without warning.
He suddenly released his hand that was pressing on Xiang Jinyang's heart.
Before Xiang Jinyang could react, the freed fingers naturally, with curiosity and temptation, gently touched the corners of Xiang Jinyang's eyes, which were still flushed.
The fingertips were slightly cool, yet the touch was incredibly gentle.
It feels like touching a piece of unique and fragile glass.
"It's flowing from here." He whispered to himself, his fingertips lightly stroking the delicate skin, trying to find the track of the tears, "Is it because of... pain?"
His touch, his whispers, his focused, probing eyes, every detail was filled with pure curiosity, yet more embarrassing than any intentional teasing.
Xiang Jinyang's body stiffened, his breathing almost stopping. The cool fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, stirring up a dense layer of bumps wherever they passed. He tried to hide, but his body was too limp to move.
"...No..." He denied almost in a whisper, his voice trembling.
"What is that?" He Yuan asked, and his fingertips even went a step further and lightly touched his slightly trembling eyelashes.
Xiang Jinyang suddenly closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes brushed across the other's fingertips, bringing a more intense shudder.
He couldn't answer. He had nowhere to run.
All defenses completely collapsed at this moment.
As if accepting his fate, he leaned in a little closer to the source of the other person's warmth, very slightly and almost imperceptibly.
An extremely tiny movement.
But all of He Yuan's questioning and exploration came to an abrupt end.
His fingers stroking the corners of his eyes paused.
He clearly felt the subtle, dependent approach.
An indescribable, surging sense of satisfaction and protectiveness instantly filled his entire consciousness like an explosion! It was far more intense than solving any problem or gaining any authority, and even more... shuddering!
All the questions and analyses became meaningless at this moment.
He no longer needed answers.
He just needs to...
He lowered his head and gently and tentatively pressed his forehead against Xiang Jinyang's.
Skin to skin.
Breathing blending.
This is a gesture that is more intimate and more irresistible than a handshake.
Xiang Jinyang's body tensed to its limit, but he didn't flinch. He simply closed his eyes and let the strange, slightly cool approach take place, like a crane finally giving up resistance and waiting to be slaughtered.
Silent acquiescence.
He Yuan felt the other person's slightly high body temperature and slight tremors on his forehead, and a strange sense of calmness and restlessness intertwined in his body at the same time.
He stopped talking.
Just maintaining the posture of forehead touching, he used his free hand to hold Xiang Jinyang's hand again, interlocking their fingers.
Then, in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear, he clumsily repeated the meager comfort of last night:
"……I am here."
The morning light is dim (pseudo).
On the ruins, the two of them snuggled together.
A man trembled with his eyes closed, but never fled. A clumsy hug, but incredibly firm.
The tears from last night haven't dried yet,
The morning dew has quietly dried up.
And beneath the ruins where warmth grows,
Some more turbulent, unknown undercurrent,
Are quietly gathering.
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