WMSR – QT Chapter 39

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 39

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siofra

(Chapter 39 from Raw 52shukunet)

Yes, anything was fine, as long as he could just catch a single glimpse of Chen-gege…

Clutching tightly to that singular thought, Su Yuanhang boarded the plane.

A few days later.

“Yichen, how are you feeling?”

By the edge of the evening beach, the harsh glare of the sun had softened into a gentle amber-orange, and the temperature had dropped quite a bit. Coupled with a stiffening ocean breeze and the endless, crashing roar of the waves, Song Junchi couldn’t help a flicker of deep anxiety as he looked at the person walking beside him.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Bai Yichen couldn’t help but smile at Song Junchi’s guarded expression. Perhaps because he was fully aware of his own diagnosis, over the past month, Song Junchi had treated him almost like a delicate porcelain doll, terrified that even a slight brush would shatter him. But Bai Yichen knew such extreme caution was unnecessary; his time hadn’t run out yet. He had witnessed firsthand the capabilities of that system, which meant he knew he would be completely safe until the very final day.

In fact, he experienced remarkably few complications from the terminal pathology, and the illness had yet to inflict any severe physical agony upon him—likely another protective anomaly courtesy of the system.

Even so, feeling as though he had reached his final few days, he noticed a sharp, undeniable decline in his stamina and a heavy, persistent fatigue. Just last night, he had inexplicably slept for twelve straight hours. It was entirely possible that his remaining reserves of conscious awareness in this world were now reduced to mere dozens of hours.

As Bai Yichen drifted in thought, a sudden warmth settled across his shoulders. He turned his head to find that Song Junchi had slipped off his own tailored suit jacket and draped it over him. Just as he was about to refuse, an odd, prickling sensation made him pause. He instinctively scanned his surroundings, but aside from the sweeping stretch of beach, the churning surf, and a distant grove of coconut palms swaying in the distance, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing.” It must have been sheer imagination, Bai Yichen told himself, shaking off the eerie sensation of being pinned by a gaze sharp enough to sting. There wasn’t a soul in sight, so where could a stare possibly come from? Most likely, it was just a new symptom of his deteriorating condition acting up. Distracted by the momentary anomaly, Bai Yichen completely forgot to hand the jacket back.

Watching Bai Yichen wrapped in his coat, a complex wave of profound tenderness and agonizing sorrow swelled inside Song Junchi’s chest. Why was he still so breathtaking, still so utterly capable of setting his heart on fire? He was still so agonizingly young—why must the heavens be so unforgiving, forcing this unmerited tragedy onto the person he had silently adored since childhood?

Yichen was simply too brilliant—brilliant enough to serve as the lifelong beacon he chased, brilliant enough that he had never once dared to articulate the romantic devotion locked inside his chest.

A turbulent surge of emotion crested within Song Junchi. An overwhelming impulse—the desperate instinct that if he didn’t act now, the opportunity would vanish into eternity—made him reach out to enclose Bai Yichen’s fingers within his own. Yet when the words finally broke past his lips, they emerged thick with a suppressed, ragged sob: “Your hands are freezing. Let me warm them for you.”

Startled by the sudden movement, Bai Yichen instinctively flinched, but catching the broken tremor in Song Junchi’s voice and reading the naked anguish etched across his face, he fell into a heavy silence.

Bai Yichen didn’t pull his hand away, letting Song Junchi keep his grip locked firmly around it. After a quiet beat, feeling the tension in the other man’s hand ease ever so slightly, he withdrew his fingers and instead raised his arms to wrap them around Song Junchi in a steady, comforting embrace.

After gathering his thoughts for a moment, Bai Yichen murmured, “Don’t grieve for me. I don’t have any regrets. Even though I’m leaving a bit early, everything I ever wanted to do, everything I truly cared about, has been managed and settled. Think about it—everyone has to face this day eventually, but how many people get to leave this world entirely free of regret? So, Junchi, don’t be sad for me. I really consider myself very lucky.”

Listening to a voice that, even at this final hour, was still dedicated to soothing him, Song Junchi finally snapped. He dragged his arms around Bai Yichen and pulled him into a fierce, suffocating hold, anchoring himself to the man in his arms, cherishing an embrace that would stamp itself into his soul for the rest of his days. He carefully angled his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the crown of Bai Yichen’s hair.

The gesture was too light, too fleeting for Bai Yichen to notice. After holding the embrace for a quiet stretch, the two turned back toward the path, though whether out of absentmindedness or deliberate intent, Song Junchi never let go of his hand.

Though a faint prickle of awkwardness tugged at Bai Yichen, the memory of Song Junchi’s fragile emotional state—coupled with the stark reality that he had mere days left in this realm—made him let it slide. When all was said and foot-counted, he owed them a debt he could never repay. Even if he claimed his departure carried no lingering regrets, how could the people left behind ever escape the agony of grief?

Hand in hand, Bai Yichen and Song Junchi walked further and further away, entirely unaware that a solitary figure had materialized behind them, staring after their retreating backs with eyes burned raw and completely swimming in blood.

Author’s Note:

Haha, spotted an angel backtracking to catch up on votes in the comment section, sending you a big kiss~(づ3￣3)づ

Regarding the blind-date chapters, some little angels complained that Xiao Hang was acting too cowardly—that he should have launched into a full ‘black-house confinement’ arc instead of just confessing. Truth is, the timing wasn’t ripe, and he hadn’t suffered enough psychological torment yet. But now? Oh, we’re just about there. Cupping cheeks dreamily. 

Also, I had a sudden thought: what do you guys think of renaming this novel to “All the MLs and MCs Broke Up Because of Me”? Drop your opinions—does the current title have more pull, or does this new one?

Chapter 21: Deep Slumber

The fingers curling at his sides spasmed into violent, white-knuckled spasms from the sheer, uncontrolled force of his grip.

A pair of normally clear, striking eyes were webbed with a horrifying maze of ruptured blood vessels, entirely bloodshot as they stared at a sight his brain refused to process. Yet, with the masochistic fixation of a man punishing himself, he stubbornly refused to tear his gaze away.

Before boarding the flight to find his Chen-gege, Su Yuanhang had run through a dozen mental simulations of their reunion. He had braced himself to walk in on Chen-gege honeymooning with his fiancée; he had prepared for the cold bite of annoyance or the crushing burden his sudden appearance might inflict…

He had endured such agonizing, trembling anxiety while engineering his mental defenses, all for the singular privilege of casting one look at Chen-gege.

If his presence proved to be a burden, he had even resolved to vanish without a trace—just a quiet, stolen glance at the Chen-gege he had been starved of for so long.

So what on earth was this?

What kind of nightmare was playing out before his eyes?

There was no fiancée whatsoever. On this idyllic, sun-drenched honeymoon resort, the only people occupying the landscape were Chen-gege and another man.

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Translator’s Note:

Hey everyone! Quick little note regarding the chapter numbering here. If you happen to cross-reference with the original source on JJWXC, you might notice that the numbers don’t quite match up.

For context, JJWXC is a paid platform where chapters tend to be much longer and packed together. To make things easier for free reading, I follow the chapter formatting split used by 52shuku.net, which breaks the original 115 mega-chapters of the novel down into a more digestible 227 chapters.

– Siofra