Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

"Yang Bao, stop fooling around." Gu Yang is really... getting more and more lawless.

Ling Luo helplessly grabbed the hand that was wandering all over his body. The fingertips were warm and carried an electric current that surged from his palm into his limbs and bones.

He cleared his throat and forcibly changed the subject: "Okay, let's put some compresses on your eyes first. You've been crying like a rabbit, they're all swollen."

Gu Yang, however, persisted, moving even closer until his nose almost touched Gu Yang's chin, his warm breath brushing against Gu Yang's skin: "Are you feeling better now?"

Ling Luo's eyes flickered; Fu Cong, that big mouth.

He remained expressionless, then smiled and said, "So Yang Bao is sacrificing his looks to make me happy?"

Gu Yang snorted and raised his proud head, looking like a cat whose fur had been stroked: "Who said that? You've been bullying me all day, so I don't want to tease you."

Despite saying she was unhappy, her mischievous fingers honestly tickled his side.

Ling Luo stiffened, gritted her teeth, and lightly tapped Gu Yang's smooth forehead: "Go lie down, I'll get you an ice pack and eye mask."

"Alright!" Seeing that his expression had softened, Gu Yang immediately smiled triumphantly and, like a rabbit, darted into the blankets, leaving only his bright eyes showing.

Ling Luo sighed resignedly, turned around and opened her suitcase.

He has a habit of carrying an ice pack eye mask with him. When his eyes feel sore from staring at the computer screen for a long time, he applies one and his mind sinks into his memory palace, allowing him to rest and study at the same time.

I was in a rush this time, so I just grabbed a few pieces, which was just enough.

He unpacked the mask and gently placed the cool eye mask over Gu Yang's eyes.

"Hmm..." Gu Yang let out a soft sigh of comfort.

A black eye mask, slightly parted lips, and that suppressed sigh...

Ling Luo's Adam's apple bobbed, and she silently turned around, folding Gu Yang's clothes one by one and putting them into her suitcase, deciding to wash them when she got back.

After doing all this, he leaned against the headboard and pulled Gu Yang into his arms.

Gu Yang, familiar with the place, found the most comfortable position, rested her head on his waist, and asked, "Ling..."

I had barely uttered a single word when I felt an unpleasant gaze fall upon me from above.

Ling Luo looked down at him, and gave an annoyed "Hmm?" with a slight upward lilt at the end, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

Gu Yang pursed his lips, reluctantly changing his tune, and squeezed out through gritted teeth, "Brother Luo, is that alright?"

"Barely." Ling Luo pinched Gu Yang's wonderfully soft cheek as if punishing him. "What do you want to ask?"

  

"Hmph," Gu Yang rolled over, one hand taking advantage of the situation to place on Ling Luo's waist, his fingers poking at his firm abs intermittently, "These past four years must have been very tough for you."

Gu Yang's warm body pressed against him, carrying the refreshing scent of tea after his bath.

Is it hard work?

Ling Luo's gaze pierced through the room, landing on a point in the void. Her thumb unconsciously rubbed Gu Yang's cheek as her thoughts surged like a tide.

Four years ago, he was sixteen years old.

On the first day of his second year of high school, the weather was bright and sunny, and he went to school to register as usual.

On that very day, Tang Enmin and his entourage found him, along with Professor Zhou, the special advisor he had met a few times at physics competitions.

In that dimly lit, deserted alley, solemn soldiers stood in front and behind, creating a serious atmosphere.

Tang Enmin handed him a document, his voice firm and clear: "Ling Luo, I am Tang Enmin, the logistics director of the National Research Institute. After joint recommendation and review by several experts within the institute, we have decided to exceptionally admit you as a prospective researcher at the institute."

Even though Ling Luo had lived two lives and possessed a temperament far beyond his peers, his heart still began to pound uncontrollably upon hearing those words.

He almost trembled as he took the thin document; every word on it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Old Zhou added from the side, "Ling Luo, your future work may involve high-level confidentiality regulations. We can give you a day to consider it."

Ling Luo closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear: "No need to consider it, I accept."

Without the slightest hesitation, he signed his name.

That was his lifelong dream, his obsession with being reborn. He had no reason, nor could he possibly give it up.

"You have half an hour to pack your things. Once you're done, we'll leave immediately." Tang Enmin glanced at his watch. "The car is waiting downstairs at your place."

"I..." Ling Luo opened his mouth, wanting to say that he hadn't had a chance to say goodbye to his family and Gu Yang.

But the words "vanishing into thin air" that flashed through his mind, which he had heard about in his previous life, made him swallow the words back down.

Six years have passed since he asked the old Taoist priest to save the little man.

He also endured six lonely years while waiting for Gu Yang.

No one knows that feeling better than him.

Now, are we going to let Gu Yang repeat his mistakes?

How cruel.

"I don't have much to pack." His voice was soft but with a hint of determination. "Let's go."

He didn't even dare to look back at the school, which was only a few hundred meters away.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would never be able to take another step.

Once inside the tightly sealed black car, he learned why Professor Zhou, a double-star academician, had been specially invited to serve as an advisor for this physics competition.

All of this was merely preparation for the upcoming "Pangu Project".

He was fortunate enough to be admitted as a champion.

Instead of going to the 303 Research Institute, they were taken to a huge underground base.

Above us is a magnificent dome that simulates sunrise and sunset every day.

All signals are cut off here, and even cell phones must be handed in and cannot be brought into the research institute.

He frequently wrote letters to Gu Yang.

He wrote a lot, saying that everything was fine with him there and that he shouldn't worry. He wrote that he missed the spicy hot pot restaurant near the school gate where there was always a long line, and that he missed the afternoons when they played basketball together in the sunset.

But he never sent any of those letters; he treasured each one in his books.

What's the point of sending it out?

Time is the best healer; it can make you forget something and a person.

This secret, destined to have no outcome, should end with itself.

He completely immersed himself in the research, enjoying the thrill of the experiments and numbing his emotions.

In just one year, he was promoted from a prospective researcher to a full-fledged researcher, becoming the youngest and most outstanding genius in the entire institute.

Everyone says he has a bright future.

Only he himself knew that every night, when the light from the dome simulated a dazzling starry sky, what he thought about most was the moment when the sunlight shone down, as warm as the eyes of the sun.

He secretly wrote the two characters "Guyang" in the corner of the draft paper, and then quickly erased them completely, as if this could wipe away the trace in his heart.

He didn't even dare to utter the name in his heart, because it hurt every time.

He had witnessed too many tragedies here.

He had met a researcher who, after five years of isolation, received a cold, life-threatening medical notice. He rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. The man who could usually disassemble sophisticated instruments with his bare hands was crying in his dormitory like a lost child.

He had also heard Minister Tang mention that his own son hadn't seen his father for over twenty years, and when they met again, they were so estranged that he couldn't even utter the word "Dad."

Waiting is the cruelest form of torture in the world.

Why should Gu Yang, who grew up in sunshine and love, also have to endure all of this?

By what right does he use his damned, uncertain future to kidnap Gu Yang's life?

He is not qualified.

Therefore, he completely cut off all his thoughts.

Until that man-made experimental accident, his right hand was sentenced to death, and he lay on a cold hospital bed.

Looking back on his past and present lives, he realized he couldn't grasp any of what he wanted; failure, helplessness, and frustration overwhelmed him.

But when he saw Gu Yang again, when the person he thought he had long forgotten asked him with red eyes and a hoarse voice, "Why did you commit suicide?", he realized.

The fortress he had built for himself crumbled the moment he saw that person.

He could fool the whole world, but he couldn't fool his own heart.

Every day I silently pray: Gu Yang, please take me with you.