The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 92

The first rays of dawn, like extremely thin golden threads, quietly penetrated the medical room, tinting the floating dust in the air with a warm, golden hue.

In the room, which had been deathly silent all night, something felt different.

Xiao Lin’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

His consciousness rose slowly, like surfacing from the deepest part of the ocean. The first thing to return was not his senses, but an unprecedented, clear, and pure feeling.

The part of his mental sea that had been torn apart and nearly collapsed by S-class psychic attacks now resembled the sky after a storm—clear, vast, and even more resilient and pure than at its peak.

A tremendous power flowed quietly through his limbs, familiar yet strange.

He was alive.

But the overwhelming joy of surviving did not appear—not even a trace.

His eyelids felt unbearably heavy, like carrying a thousand pounds. With all his strength, he lifted a slit to peek through. In the blurry light, his instincts immediately sought that familiar figure.

Then he saw it.

Ning Ning was lying on the edge of his bed, curled up while sleeping. His soft silver hair was a little messy, his small palm-sized face pale to the point of being almost colorless, and long eyelashes cast a fragile shadow under his eyes.

He seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his brow lightly furrowed, like a young animal searching for shelter in the cold wind.

Xiao Lin’s heart was gripped by an invisible hand and crushed.

It was not joy.

It was pain.

A suffocating, overwhelming pain and terror that nearly drowned him.

His gaze locked onto Ning Ning’s hand resting on the bedsheet. The fingers were pale, almost translucent, and one fingertip had a tiny, yet glaringly sharp, wound.

That wound burned through his rational mind like a brand.

Everything became clear.

His miraculous recovery, his reborn mental sea…

It was because of this—his treasure had used his own life to drag him back from the gates of hell.

A scorching, bittersweet torrent surged in his chest, choking him, making it nearly impossible to breathe. He wanted to lift his hand, to touch Ning Ning’s face, but his arms trembled under the weight of extreme emotion. He feared disturbing this fragile scene.

In the end, he restrained himself completely, and with utmost care, gently cupped Ning Ning’s icy hand.

His movements were tender, as if handling the most sacred artwork, fragile and easily shattered.

He lowered his head and softly, reverently pressed his cracked lips onto the tiny wound.

There was no command, no possession.

Only a man who had escaped death, offering the most humble, heart-wrenching kiss to the god he had regained.

Perhaps because the touch was too precise, Ning Ning’s eyelashes fluttered. He slowly opened his eyes.

His beautiful violet eyes were still slightly drowsy, but the moment they met Xiao Lin’s gaze, they cleared instantly.

“You…”

Ning Ning tried to sit up but found his hand tightly held by Xiao Lin.

He saw Xiao Lin’s eyes.

Those golden eyes, usually sharp as a hawk and full of obsessive possessiveness, now resembled a deep ocean after a storm, surging with emotions Ning Ning had never seen before.

There was a pain that reached the bone, unspeakable regret, and… a fear so deep it was almost tangible.

“Next time,” Xiao Lin’s voice was hoarse, each word seemingly ground out from his chest, “don’t do this again.”

His tone carried no command.

It was almost a plea, restraining endless agony.

Ning Ning’s heart was lightly struck by something, soft and aching.

He did not dodge or shy away as usual. Instead, he looked at Xiao Lin earnestly, shaking his head.

His violet, crystal-like eyes glimmered with a clarity and determination he had never shown before.

“There won’t be a next time.”

Xiao Lin’s heart sank, and he instinctively tightened his grip.

But Ning Ning gently returned the hold with his own weak hand.

“Because next time,” the boy said clearly, word by word, “I will stand by your side, not behind you.”

I will stand with you.

Those words struck Xiao Lin’s mental sea like a thunderclap.

He froze, staring at the boy before him.

Ning Ning was no longer the canary that needed Xiao Lin’s wings to shield him from all dangers. He was telling him, in his own way, that he was no longer just someone to protect.

He had also gained the awareness and strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

The overwhelming, indescribable flood of emotion broke down all of Xiao Lin’s defenses. His eyes filled with heat as he could only clutch Ning Ning’s hand as if holding the entire world he had regained.

He wanted to say something, “Okay,” “I love you,” to pull him tightly into his arms.

But all the surging emotions condensed into a single hoarse word.

“…Okay.”

At that moment, the medical room door was gently knocked. Gu Qingfeng stepped in.

He immediately noticed Xiao Lin, awake, and tightly holding Ning Ning’s hand.

In that instant, the usually composed second prince’s eyes flashed with a hint of darkness even he had not noticed.

He had lost.

Completely.

Yet he quickly restored his impeccable, elegant demeanor, smiling faintly in his usual gentle voice: “Marshal, you’re awake.”

He paused, his gaze falling on their interlocked hands, then nonchalantly shifted it toward the fully lit sky outside.

“The ‘Dawn’ has arrived above the Seventh Star Region. It’s here to pick us up.”

The words “go home” quieted the air instantly.

Imperial Capital Star.

The treacherous whirlpool of power, countless eyes coveting Ning Ning’s luxurious cage.

Xiao Lin’s gaze darkened, instinctively pulling Ning Ning behind him.

But this time, Ning Ning did not hide.

He leaned calmly against Xiao Lin, facing Gu Qingfeng’s gaze, and also the unknown future approaching.

The threat of the insect swarm had temporarily receded, but in the distance, Los’s schemes still lurked in the shadows.

The ailing emperor, the watchful eldest prince, the unstable empire…

A greater storm awaited them on Imperial Capital Star, ready to meet them upon their triumphant return.

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