LABMY CH31

The rescue team hadn’t arrived yet. Jian Yuanbai carefully moved closer to check on Wei Zhenge’s condition. His body was covered in wounds, with the most serious injury being the one on his abdomen.

A sharp, jagged rock had pierced his abdomen. Blood had dyed the rock a crimson red, spreading along its cracks like red vines, staining the surrounding stones.

And the blood was still dripping, “At this rate, he’ll die from excessive blood loss,” the system said anxiously as it observed Wei Zhenge’s condition.

Wei Zhenge could not die again. His fate had already been slowly worn down through repeated failures. Originally, with Jian Yuanbai by his side this time, he was supposed to grow successfully, and his fate would gradually improve.

But unexpectedly, such an accident occurred.

When the system first learned that something had happened to Wei Zhenge, it hadn’t reacted. But now, seeing his situation in person, it realized — this world was rejecting him.

Normally, for a protagonist destined to dominate the world, such a life-threatening disaster wouldn’t occur. Yet, Wei Zhenge encountered it.

Because on his path to growth, some key characters were missing.

On the surface, Jian Yuanbai’s role seemed insignificant, but without him, failure was inevitable. Now that Jian Yuanbai had filled that gap, the world was rejecting Wei Zhenge through other means.

No matter what, Wei Zhenge couldn’t die here.

While the system was still panicking, it saw the small furball hopping over to the rock in Wei Zhenge’s abdomen.

The moment the furball touched the rock, the sharp and solid stone instantly disintegrated into dust.

With the rock removed, blood gushed even more rapidly from the wound.

At that moment, the furball extended two small, furry limbs from its fluff, rubbing them together.

A transparent little orb, glowing with a soft white light, appeared in its hands.

The orb gently touched Wei Zhenge’s abdomen and melted like water, disappearing into the wound.

The bleeding stopped instantly.

The furball flopped weakly against Wei Zhenge, exhausted.

Hearing the approaching voices of the rescue team, it slowly burrowed into Wei Zhenge’s clothes and quietly waited for them to find him.

It wanted to heal all of Wei Zhenge’s injuries, but it couldn’t.

In such a small world, even he couldn’t use too much power.

The system’s voice was filled with both vigilance and shock, “Who exactly are you?”

Being able to create a spiritual energy orb in a small world — even though the orb was tiny, only the size of a glass marble — this was something that no ordinary host could do.

But that person…

Logically speaking, that person should be absolutely impossible to appear in this world.

Jian Yuanbai casually brushed it off, “Just an ordinary host doing missions.”

“Don’t talk to me right now. I’m too tired.”

Saying this, Jian Yuanbai closed his eyes as if to avoid the question.

He pressed against Wei Zhenge’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his warm skin.

Unknowingly, the tension in his heart slowly eased.

The system was cursing internally.

“Create a spiritual energy orb by hand? Even if it’s small, no ordinary host could ever do that!”

“We found him!”

The rescuer who first discovered Wei Zhenge shouted loudly, and the surrounding rescue team members quickly rushed over.

“Carefully remove the stones around him.”

“He’s alive! He’s alive! Stretcher, hurry, hurry!”

It wasn’t until Wei Zhenge was sent to the hospital that Jian Yuanbai quietly disappeared into Wei Zhenge’s clothes and reappeared in their house. He immediately drove to the hospital.

Most of Wei Zhenge’s fatal injuries had already been healed by Jian Yuanbai, but he still had multiple wounds, a fractured arm, and a crushed leg. He lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. Cold needles pierced the veins on the back of his hand, and his body was wrapped in bandages. His other hand was even encased in a plaster cast.

The dust and blood on his face had been wiped clean by the doctors and nurses. Yet, as he lay there, he still looked beautiful — like a delicate, broken doll, devoid of any life or vitality.

Jian Yuanbai felt his eyes sting again. He sat down beside the hospital bed.

The nurse who was checking on Wei Zhenge’s condition glanced at him and asked, “Are you a family member?”

Jian Yuanbai replied with a low, hoarse “Yes.”

“How is he now?”

The nurse said, “His condition has stabilized. He lost a lot of blood, but he should wake up soon. You’re just in time. Take a look at his hand.”

“When he was brought in, the hand that wasn’t crushed was clenched so tightly that it made it easier for us to insert the needle. But now, he needs to relax, or the IV fluid won’t flow properly. His hand has loosened a bit, but it would be better if you could help him relax completely.”

Jian Yuanbai nodded, “I’ll try.”

The nurse tucked her pen and notebook into her pocket and quietly left the ward.

Jian Yuanbai silently stared at Wei Zhenge for a while. He didn’t dare to touch the hand wrapped in plaster, so he carefully held the hand with the needle instead. It felt ice-cold.

It was winter, and his hand had been exposed to the freezing air for too long.

Jian Yuanbai didn’t dare to grip it too tightly, fearing he might disturb the needle. He could only gently hold it, trying to warm his cold hand, while cautiously attempting to loosen his clenched fingers.

As his fingers slipped through the slight gap in Wei Zhenge’s palm, Jian Yuanbai felt something hard.

After some effort, he managed to pull it out, and Wei Zhenge’s hand slowly relaxed.

However, when Jian Yuanbai saw what he was holding, he froze.

It was a small object — one he couldn’t be more familiar with.

It was the tiny, plastic, heart-shaped bead he had plucked from the decorative tree at the restaurant.

Jian Yuanbai clenched the bead tightly in his palm, lowered his head, and carefully leaned against Wei Zhenge’s hand. His voice was soft and hoarse as he whispered,

“You like me too, don’t you?”

This bead couldn’t have ended up in Wei Zhenge’s hand for no reason. Jian Yuanbai could even imagine Wei Zhenge, buried under the mudslide, covered in blood, barely conscious as he lay beneath the cold, filthy stones.

In the pitch-black darkness, with his body covered in wounds and blood continuously flowing from his abdomen, the dying Wei Zhenge struggled to reach into his pocket and pull out this cheap plastic bead, clutching it tightly in his hand.

At that moment, what was he thinking?

As his life slowly drained away, crushed under the heavy stones in a world without light, why was he clinging so desperately to this worthless bead that couldn’t save his life?

Jian Yuanbai had no answer.

But now, looking at the unconscious Wei Zhenge on the hospital bed, the light, plastic bead in Jian Yuanbai’s hand felt unbearably heavy, almost enough to crush him.

He couldn’t describe what he was feeling—bitterness mixed with a sweetness that filled his heart to the brim. But this sweetness wasn’t light; it was heavy, pulling his heart down into an ocean of sour and sweet emotions.

The hospital room was silent. The only sound was the wind outside. The sky was dark with faint stars scattered across it. Night had fallen, and the city’s noise had faded as people drifted into sleep.

The nurse had said Wei Zhenge would wake up soon, but hours had passed, and he remained unconscious.

Jian Yuanbai quietly reached out and touched Wei Zhenge’s pale face.

A little cold, like cool jade.

“Marry me, okay, Little Pillow?”

Wei Zhenge didn’t wake up, so Jian Yuanbai just talked to himself, taking advantage of the fact that Wei Zhenge couldn’t hear him. He said whatever came to mind.

“I know… in the original plot, you might end up with three wives. But I… I’m just one person.”

“But… but…”

His eyes suddenly lit up.

“I’m good in bed!”

“In the original plot, it took three people to make you go seven times in one night. I can do that all by myself!”

“I alone can handle all three of them!”

Wei Zhenge still didn’t wake up.

Jian Yuanbai tightened his grip on the bead, the smile on his face slowly fading.

Lowering his head, he gently kissed the back of Wei Zhenge’s cool hand.

“Hurry up and wake up.”

“Even if you end up hating me, I’ll still make you my wife.”

“Forget about those three wives in your future. They’re gone, understand?”

He kissed the back of Wei Zhenge’s hand again, his voice becoming more confident, “I will love you more than those three combined. I’m better than all of them, isn’t that right?”

“No one in this world will ever love you more than I do. So, be my wife, okay?”

Suddenly, a weak voice echoed in the room, startling Jian Yuanbai to his feet.

“What… did you just say?”

The voice came from the hospital bed. Wei Zhenge’s voice was faint, but it was clear.

Jian Yuanbai instinctively tried to dodge the question, nervously clenching the bead in his hand. The hard texture pressing into his palm gave him the courage to confess.

“I said… will you be my wife?”

He tried to act calm, but his palms were already sweating from nervousness. As Wei Zhenge remained silent, Jian Yuanbai grew more anxious and couldn’t help but lean closer, gently holding Wei Zhenge’s hand and pleading softly, “Say yes, okay?”

Between the two of them, Jian Yuanbai seemed to be the one with the upper hand. He was wealthy, capable, young, and handsome. He could easily leave Wei Zhenge behind at any moment.

But when it came to love, he never once looked down on Wei Zhenge.

Wei Zhenge suddenly smiled.

“Okay.”

His smile was beautiful, but his pale lips made Jian Yuanbai’s heart ache with the desire to protect him.

But right now, Jian Yuanbai was overwhelmed with excitement and joy.

“You agreed!?”

Jian Yuanbai wanted to pounce on him and hug him, but he hesitated, afraid of hurting Wei Zhenge’s injured body. So, he could only pace back and forth in excitement, making Wei Zhenge dizzy just watching him.

But deep down, Wei Zhenge was also happy.

He weakly stretched out his hand and hooked Jian Yuanbai’s sleeve, his voice soft and filled with grievance, “Hug me… I’m in pain.”

Jian Yuanbai froze, looking at him with hesitation.

“But your injuries…”

Wei Zhenge’s beautiful eyes welled up with tears, glistening faintly.

“Just… gently… for a moment.”

Jian Yuanbai’s mind went blank as he carefully leaned over and gently, ever so lightly, hugged Wei Zhenge.

…

Is my wife… acting cute right now?

So adorable.

Wei Zhenge nuzzled against Jian Yuanbai’s jaw, his voice trembling with fear and relief, with a hint of a sob,

“I’m so glad… I get to see you again.”

He truly thought he would die under that mudslide.

Feeling the warm tears against his neck, Jian Yuanbai’s heart melted with both sorrow and tenderness.

He wished he could pull the man in his arms deep into his bones and never let go, but he could only gently pat Wei Zhenge’s back and softly comfort him,

“Don’t cry, wifey. From now on, we’ll see each other every single day. I promise.”

After a long pause, the person in his arms muffled out a response,

“I’m not crying.”