A bowl of porridge, which was said to be made from white rice and was bubbling with strange black bubbles, was placed in front of Ji Mian. He fell into silence for a short time.
Then raise your eyes slightly.
Chu Shiye looked at him quietly, his eyes as silent as rocks, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Don’t you want to drink
Ji Mian: “…”
Ji Mian took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something politely... but suddenly everything went dark.
Chu Shiye immediately reached out and caught his powerless body.
The pair of clear and beautiful dark eyes were closed, and the eyelashes cast a light shadow. The young man's cold face was pale and bloodless, like a slender white porcelain, beautiful but fragile.
Chu Shiye didn't even dare to use force, for fear that this person would really shatter like white porcelain.
He sat on the bed and paused for a moment, then gently supported Ji Mian's back, let him lie steadily on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.
Only after Ji Mian's breathing became shallow and he fell into a sound sleep did Chu Shiye get up, walk to the stove, and taste the remaining porridge in the pot.
The heat was just right, just like he always cooked, no problems at all.
However, the Omega he rescued was still too weak, and drinking porridge alone might not be enough.
Chu Shiye took the dagger from the table and pushed the door open silently.
—
The smell of cold disinfectant wafted in the air, and between the four snow-white walls, there were faint whispers.
In the white sick bed, the woman's long curly black hair fell on the side of the pillow, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, she was sleeping in a distant dream.
Ji Mian knew that he was also in a dream, dreaming of an ordinary afternoon two years ago.
However, he had long forgotten how he felt at that time. He only remembered that two years ago he sat silently beside the hospital bed, gently holding the woman's hand.
His warmth was transmitted through the woman's cold palm. The woman seemed to sense it and slowly held his hand back, turning her head towards him.
She looked tired, but gave Ji Mian a gentle smile.
she says:"… "
Ji Mian opened his eyes.
As the dream faded away, he suddenly realized that he had long forgotten what his sick mother had said to him that afternoon two years ago.
However, at this moment he was still holding a hand, not the cold and soft hand of his mother in his dream, but the hand of a man with distinct joints and tiny scars between the fingertips.
Ji Mian silently tilted his head and met a pair of calm dark brown eyes.
"… "
He let go and said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Chu Shiye said, "I heard you calling for mom."
"… "
It's a bit embarrassing.
Ji Mian thought.
However, in Chu Shiye's eyes, the young man in front of him just blinked lightly and was very calm.
Chu Shiye stood up and walked to the stove. Ji Mian listened quietly to the noise over there, his brain was dizzy due to the pain, but his eyes were clear.
Before the jump point to the third galaxy, he was attacked by an unidentified fleet and forced to cross a random jump point on the way to escape - this random jump point is full of unstable interstellar turbulence. Once you step into it, you will be in danger of death, with a survival rate of less than 1%.
The fleet did not pursue him further, believing that he would surely die in the deadly turbulence.