NOVPUBChapter 721: Chapter 719: Light Traces of Awakening from a Dream
Chapter 721: Chapter 719: Light Traces of Awakening from a Dream
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Wandering for ten thousand years, the 9572nd year.
Sally had arrived in an icy world.
The weariness of her body was far surpassed by the turmoil within her soul.
She walked through the land of ice and snow, her dark pupils void of Divine Light, numb and blank.
Suddenly, she no longer wanted to take another step, and she collapsed onto the ground with a ‘thud’.
As her consciousness slowly drifted away, and she was about to fall into a deep sleep, it seemed as though a warmth covered her lips, the cool fragrance of snow and the pure breath of life entered her body through her lips and teeth. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝘣.𝘤𝘰𝑚
Sally greedily sought that soft warmth, wanting more and more… But then a sharp pain hit the back of her neck, and she passed out.
She did not know how long she had been unconscious before Sally finally woke up.
The first thing she saw was a man with eerie white pupils covering her with thick animal skins. His silver-grey hair draped smoothly over his shoulders, his features sharp and handsome, his brows like icy peaks exuding a cold chill, his thin lips tightly pressed together, his presence naturally commanding, as if he were a deity standing alone in this world.
Sally watched him quietly… not remembering the last time she had seen another human-like creature, she stared unwaveringly.
Suddenly, the icy white pupils turned to look at her.
Sally was not scared at all; she even smiled gratefully and said, “Thank you for saving me.”
The man seemed not to understand her words and turned to leave.
Sally lay on the hard stone bed and said to Xiaomei, “I’ve encountered a living person.”
Xiaomei responded with concern, “Host.”
The man quickly returned, carrying a bowl of steaming meat soup and handed it to Sally, still without speaking.
Sally thought he was mute, so she gestured in sign language—Thank you!
The man handed her the meat soup but still offered no other response, and then he left again.
Before long, the sound of chopping came from outside.
Sally unfolded the System Map.
Snow was still falling outside, and the man was chopping a frozen animal leg in the snowy field.
Looking at the soup in her hands, Sally took a sip. It was strong with gaminess, yet not difficult to swallow; she quickly finished the meat soup.
She got out of bed, wrapped herself in the thick animal skin, and went out.
The man saw her and his gaze turned serious, gesturing for her to hurry back inside.
Sally paused for a moment then obediently returned.
The man brewed another pot of meat soup and brought it to her to drink.
Sally shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to drink any more, but the man pointed at her belly, reminding her to consider the child.
Unable to refuse his kindness, Sally drank the meat soup again.
Outside, the sky gradually darkened.
The man pointed at the bed, signaling that it was time for Sally to sleep.
Sally laid down as instructed.
The man also took off his animal skin boots and lay down next to Sally. He pointed outside, and then cradled Sally in his arms.
Sally began to feel uncomfortable because it had been so long since anyone had held her, and her body had long forgotten what posture to assume when embraced.
She shifted uncomfortably, and his clothing was thin, merely a grayish-white shirt. Soon, she had caused it to loosen, revealing the porcelain white and tightly toned, sexy muscle lines underneath.
By his appearance, one would think he would be quite slender, not expecting a man with such a solid physique… Her hand involuntarily touched the muscles of his chest faster than her thoughts did.
The man looked at her, puzzled.
Suddenly feeling quite indecent, Sally hurried to explain she was cold, and then pressed her entire body against his bare chest, inhaling his crisp snow scent until she fell asleep.
The blizzard outside grew fiercer, and the temperature dropped lower and lower, as if wanting to freeze the entire world.
The man held Sally tightly, using all the breath of life from his body to protect her and the child within her womb.
From the moment she appeared, he knew all his purpose here was to wait for her!
Sally had a very warm dream where she bathed in the sunlight, feeling relaxed and comfortable, with the sound of children’s laughter not far away…
She slowly opened her eyes, wishing the dream could become reality, but all she saw was the stone ceiling of the cabin.
Yet, the air was filled with the scent of meat soup.
The man came over carrying the meat soup.
Sally looked at him and asked, “Can you really not speak?”
The man paused for a long time before finally speaking one word, “You…”
Sally was first startled, then overjoyed; it was not that he couldn’t speak, but that he didn’t know how.
This discovery delighted Sally immensely.
It didn’t matter if he couldn’t speak; she could teach him. She had all the time in the world.
…
Sally named the man—Bai Ren.
Because the most abundant color here was white. Outside, nearly every day was windy and snowy, the icy winds like blades, painfully scraping against the face.
But it was precisely because of the wind that the snow was blown away, preventing the house from being buried.
Bai Ren learned things very quickly, often able to speak after being taught a sentence just once or twice.
So, before long, she was able to communicate normally with him.
Every so often, the man would leave the stone house to hunt and search for burnable wood.
Sally stayed behind in the stone house, waiting for him to return.
In her space, there was no lack of food or various living supplies. But she just wanted, to live like this with him.
During the day, she taught him how to speak and read, and at night they slept in each other’s embrace.
However, this time after Bai Ren left, he didn’t come back for a whole month.
Sally worried about his safety, and for the first time since arriving in this world, she left the stone house.
Xiaomei told her that in this world there was a Black Tower, and Bai Ren had gone in the direction of the tower.
Sally followed the route provided by Xiaomei to search for the Black Tower.
After several teleportations, she found it.
In the midst of icy skies and snowy earth stood a black tower that reached into the heavens, emitting an eerily daunting sense of terror.
A silver-haired man, holding a white great blade, faced the blizzard as he emerged from the tower, his eyes as cold as ice.
He looked at Sally, his voice cold, “You should leave.”
Sally frowned, “Bai Ren, what are you saying? What are you doing here?”
Bai Ren looked down, silent.
Suddenly, he raised the great blade in his hand and, taking advantage of Sally’s unguarded moment, slashed open her abdomen!
A fetus fell from Sally’s belly!
Sally appeared unable to believe this was something Bai Ren would do! Her child too… Her dark pupils suddenly filled with intense grief, “Bai Ren!”
“Forget everything!” Bai Ren spat out two words.
An asphyxiating pain spread throughout her body from her memories!
Sally abruptly opened her eyes to the face of Yan Ze… also Bai Ren’s.
The two gradually overlapped, and Sally slapped Yan Ze across the face, “That’s for cutting open my stomach!”
Yan Ze was stunned by the slap, but after hearing what Sally said, his face was filled with bitterness, “You remember.”
“Yes!” Sally said as she slapped him again.
One on the left and one on the right, what mattered was symmetry.
“You’re driving me mad,” Sally rubbed her belly, “If I don’t admit this second child is yours, would you be cutting open my stomach again?”
“No, absolutely not! Once was enough to make me lose sleep at night.”
“Really? You seem to sleep just fine,” Sally said, though, truth be told, she seldom saw him sleep. She seemed to recall just one time by the seaside.
At other times, when she slept, he was awake.
When she woke, he was still awake…
She had once forgotten that period of memories. Later, when she found out, without the continuity of emotional memory before and after, there was only a fact set in stone, making it hard for her not to hate.
But now, having regained that part of her memory, the experience of being cut open to deliver a child felt like a nightmare, barely leaving a trace upon awakening.
Moreover, Little Shiqi was developing well, lively and cheerful, with a good Talent, very much loved by everyone, further healing the pain of that period.
Yet he trapped himself in that world of icy skies and snowy earth, constantly torturing himself.
When he first knew that Sally might be carrying his progeny, his reaction wasn’t joy but panic…
