Chapter : 03
Ling tightly pressed his lips together, and the tension in his head finally dropped.
What followed was a terrifying silence.
Shiyan felt he had spoken too harshly, so he softly tried to comfort him:
“I want to cure your brother, so you can ease some of your pain too, right?”
Ling curled the corner of his lips.
“If he can’t be cured, then my pain is just what I deserve, right?”
Shiyan was caught off guard. After a quiet moment, he sighed softly,
“Ling, you know I don’t mean it like that.”
Shiyan hung up. Ling sat motionless on the bench, watching the light in Shiyan’s room fade away.
He lowered his eyes, and the only light in his heart went out too, leaving only a pitch-black emptiness.
At that moment, all the street lamps around the little garden went out. Ling fell into darkness, opening his eyes and staring into the pitch-black night, then suddenly laughed.
So, darkness is the true color of the world. Destruction is its rightful place.
Then, from the building across the street, someone shouted loudly:
“Damn! The power’s out! I’m in the shower!”
“I didn’t save my document!”
“I’m in the middle of a ranked match!”
“I’m sleeping! It’s so hot!”
The building erupted in chaos, but the property staff reacted quickly, coming out with a megaphone to calm everyone:
“It’s summer and the air conditioners are all on. The transformer overloaded and burned out. Repairs are on the way. Please stay calm.”
Ling smiled coldly, as if all this ordinary chaos had nothing to do with him.
At that moment, his phone rang. Ling’s eyes lit up briefly as he saw the caller, then dimmed again.
He still hoped Shiyan would come back.
The call was from his friend.
As soon as Ling answered, the other side shouted:
“You didn’t go looking for Shiyan again, did you?”
Ling: “No.”
The friend scolded him in frustration:
“Oh come on! You like that type, right? Today I even found a boy who looks like… ugh, who looks like Shiyan, for you to meet!”
Ling’s mind slowly recalled the face of that person earlier—
The fake who had desperately tried to get close to him.
He had delicate features and looked three parts like Shiyan.
But Shiyan’s eyes were pure, while that person had a sly, seductive look. His intentions and desires were written all over his face. He thought himself a high-level flirt, but he was just a greedy fool.
Even while unconscious, he tried to flirt.
He even wanted to use a lifesaving favor to get a meal from him?
Shallow, materialistic, stupid, and self-righteous.
If he didn’t resemble Shiyan, Ling wouldn’t have paid him any attention.
“He knew you can’t drink, so he protected you from drinking tonight, almost risking his life, and you’re not moved? He’s not better than that… ugh, Shiyan, right?”
Ling rubbed his temples and stood up.
“Hang up.”
The friend kept babbling:
“What’s his name… oh right, it’s Qingluo. Yes, Qingluo.”
As soon as the friend finished, the power came back in the neighborhood.
The building across the street lit up instantly, and the street lamps flickered back on.
It was as if this name came with the light.
The night lights were soft but strong, and the darkness that had tried to devour everything quietly retreated.
Ling’s eyes moved slightly as he subconsciously repeated the name.
It was just a poor boy trying hard to get his attention—did it deserve such a grand display?
Author’s note:
Qingluo: Goodbye, I’m not worth such a grand display.
Ling’s hoarse voice:
“Wife, love me, don’t go.”
Chapter 2
A long night passed.
During the night, Qingluo was moved from the rescue room to the ICU for observation. After two hours, because all his physical indicators were excellent, he was moved to a regular ward later that night.
His recovery was so fast it was almost a medical miracle.
Qingluo leaned on the head of the bed, touching his lively little heart, feeling a bit incredulous.
The heartbeat’s rhythm and strength—if drawn on paper—would be a perfect electrocardiogram curve!
But having a healthy body comes at a cost.
The cost was that he had traveled into a book. The person in the book was also called Qingluo and looked exactly like him.
Qingluo couldn’t tell if this was a version of himself in a parallel world, or just a plain transmigration into a story.
However, in this world, even though he had no heart disease, the ending was not much better than in the previous world.
Because he had become the substitute for the villain’s beloved white moonlight.
The setting alone was dramatic and over-the-top. Even with his shallow web novel skills, he could imagine a hundred big scenes.
The story could be imagined, but the character and ending were clear.
The villain, Ling, was a hacker determined to destroy the world. At a young age, he created a virus capable of destroying any firewall in the world, called the “Oath” plan.
After all, the white moonlight’s name was Shiyan.
If the program were released, it would be a criminal’s paradise. World peace or chaos depended on his fingertips and keyboard.
Of course, before destroying the world, Ling first destroyed his own family. The Baomu Group went bankrupt, leaving the Ling family homeless.
Such a cruel and insane setup…
But this program was never released. The world remained peaceful.
Because Ling’s white moonlight turned things around. He persuaded him to destroy the program. Ling was moved by his white moonlight, and could no longer remain in this world. He committed suicide and donated his organs to those in need.
He became a hopelessly romantic villain.
Just…
Very love-obsessed.
