Gravity Girl Shining

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the purple skill, expansion series: Secret Blood Life Lv.4.]

[Toyokawa Shoko's strategy progress +10, now 70/100.]

Wait a minute... is there something with a different style sneaking in?

Uehara Hibiki stared at the last prompt for a moment.

Then click to view specific skill information.

Secret Blood Life: The mystery contained in the innate bloodline has a strong vitality beyond that of ordinary people, but it has unknown side effects.

This is a passive skill. Uehara Hibiki didn't feel any changes, probably because his physical fitness is already very strong.

Uehara Hibiki pondered for a moment, then clicked on Toyokawa Shoko's character interface.

Ever since a week ago, when Uehara Hibiki acquired the skill of the Fate Contract, which could display the life, spirit, and fate of the contractor in written form, he saw the fate of Toyokawa Shoko.

命运状态-大凶（10年52天4小时19分34秒后结束）。

命运危机-早逝（10年52天4小时19分34秒后到来）。

Toyokawa Shoko lived for ten years.

Uehara Hibiki once attempted to change his fate. The wishing well revealed that to change Shoko's fate, ten shining stars were needed. This was undoubtedly the most extravagant wish Uehara Hibiki had ever seen.

but……

He was the god who controlled the harem during the era of the big girl bands. Producing ten shining stars before the ten-year deadline was a piece of cake. At his current rate of acquisition, even if he saved and spent at the same time, six months would be enough to complete the task.

So Uehara Xiang didn't take it seriously at first. He just remembered that Toyokawa Shoko's mother died of illness when she was about 30 years old, so he thought about it as a genetic disease for a while.

But now it seems...

The issue of Xiangzi's life span seems to have something to do with metaphysics?

Chapter 1 Gao Songdeng (Dependence in the Palm)

In the early morning light, in a high-end apartment in Minato Ward, Tokyo, Uehara Hibiki opened his eyes on time.

The sunlight poured into the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shangyuan Deng was on. His wife was curled up in his arms at this moment, like a cat craving for warmth.

Her left hand was intertwined with his fingers, and she never let go even in her sleep.

"Light, time to get up."

Uehara Hibiki gently kissed her forehead.

Deng opened his eyes drowsily, and his short gray hair rubbed against Uehara Hibiki's chin.

"Let me...sleep for five more minutes."

Her voice was sticky, with a soft, intoxicated air that still lingered. Uehara Hibiki smiled helplessly. It had been over two years since they'd graduated from high school and gotten married, but she still couldn't break her habit of "sleeping for five more minutes."

But this is also a good opportunity for him to quietly appreciate the sleeping face of the beauty in his arms.

Five minutes later, Deng finally sat up reluctantly after Xiang urged him again. Xiang supported himself with one hand as usual and walked towards the bathroom with Deng.

After a quick wash, Uehara Hibiki expertly combed Deng's tangled gray hair with one hand, his other hand still clasped. Deng, staring at their intertwined fingers in the mirror, suddenly murmured something poetic.

"The chains are the lines of the galaxy, and your body temperature is the only coordinate. If you leave my sight, the universe will eventually fall apart..."

"New lyrics?"

Uehara Hibiki lowered his head slightly and rubbed Deng's cheek with his chin.

"Ah."

Deng lowered his eyelashes somewhat uneasily.

"Sorry, I haven't finished writing yet."

Uehara Hibiki noticed her emotions and gently squeezed her palm.

"Okay, there's no rush for new songs. After all, you write lyrics so fast, Deng. We still have to go to the recording studio today to record the seven new songs from last month for the new album."

"I just use a lot of words... I have to say it out. It will be very uncomfortable if I keep it in my heart."

"I understand. The lights have always been like this. Your singing is the cry of your heart. We are the legendary group UHT in the industry. This astonishing creative speed has made the wallets of both the agency staff and the fans tremble. After all, this is a happy trouble."

After saying these comforting words, Uehara Hibiki lowered his head and kissed Deng's lips, blocking her from saying anything further, until her eyes became blurred with happiness and she temporarily forgot all her troubles.

"Are you relieved now?"

"Um,"

"Okay, we need to finish recording the new song today."

Uehara Hibiki thought back to the schedule he had made last night.

"I have an interview with 'Music Frontier' this afternoon. But... let's have breakfast first. I'm going to make your favorite tamagoyaki."

Every corner of the apartment was meticulously designed to accommodate their unique lifestyle. The kitchen countertop is five centimeters lower than standard height, making it easier for Hibiki Uehara to operate with one hand. The bathroom bathtub has been widened to accommodate two people. Even the wardrobe drawers have special pull rings that allow them to be opened easily with one hand.

Deng sat at the dining table, watching Uehara Hibiki expertly flipping the tamagoyaki in the pan with one hand. Sunlight streamed through the window, framing his profile perfectly. Even after two years of marriage, Deng's heart still raced whenever she saw her husband's focused expression, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on their connected hands.

"what happened?"

Uehara Hibiki turned his head and keenly noticed her emotional fluctuations.

"nothing."

Deng shook his head slightly, giving the same silly smile he had in high school.

“I just feel very happy.”

Uehara Hibiki turned off the fire, put the golden tamagoyaki on a plate, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Me too."

After breakfast, they cleared the table together. Deng wiped the table while Uehara Hibiki washed the dishes, their hands always maintaining minimal contact between them. Sometimes their fingers were intertwined, sometimes their fingers were hooked.

They don't want to be apart even for a second. This lifestyle may seem very harsh to outsiders, but for two people in love, it is as natural and necessary as breathing.

After packing up together, the two of them went to the dressing room. Their closets were filled with matching couple's outfits, all specially designed for easy one-handed dressing. Uehara Hibiki helped Deng remove her pajamas, his movements as skillful as if she were performing a carefully choreographed dance, occasionally touching Deng's sensitive skin, causing her to blush again. Even the simplest change of clothes became a special pleasure for the two who always held hands.

"Turn around."

Following Uehara Hibiki's instructions, Deng obediently turned her back to him, allowing him to button her dress with one hand.

"All right."

Deng turned around and reached out to adjust Uehara Hibiki's collar. This action brought them very close, their breaths blending together, and Uehara Hibiki couldn't help but lean down to kiss his lovely wife. Deng then stood on tiptoe to return the kiss, their hands tightly clasped at their sides.

"We'll be labeled as a couple who show off their affection too much."

After they separated, Uehara Hibiki smiled and tidied up Deng's clothes that were messed up again.

Deng buried her face in his chest, shy but extremely determined.

"I don't care what anyone thinks."

……

UHT's exclusive studio in central Tokyo is covered in award-winning photos and album posters. As music's most beloved husband-and-wife duo, Uehara Hibiki composes and plays keyboards, while Tou handles lyrics and vocals.

In the recording studio, Deng stood in front of the microphone, wearing headphones, and Uehara Hibiki stood beside her, gently holding her hand.

The first thing I’m going to record today is “Prisoners of the Stars,” which topped the trending search list on Twitter last month.

Deng took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and threw himself into the song. His voice was sometimes as gentle as a whisper, sometimes as fierce as a shout, perfectly expressing the obsession in the lyrics.

"Even if I break your wings, I will keep you by my side. Loneliness is more terrible than sin. I would rather be a prisoner..."

Now, after years of cultivation, Uehara's talent has blossomed in a unique way. Every word she sings is like a heavy chisel, imbued with the weight of emotion, deeply engraved in the melody, engraved in the ears of the audience, and engraved in the heart of Xiang.

When recording the keyboard track, Deng also stood quietly beside Uehara Hibiki in the same posture, reaching out to grasp the corner of his clothes. This was the biggest concession Deng was willing to make when they couldn't hold hands.

The recording went exceptionally smoothly. All five songs passed the first take, and the engineer gave us a thumbs-up.

"Perfect! Ms. Uehara's performance today was amazing."

A rare smile appeared on Deng's face, a smile she only showed when she was singing. But when she turned to Uehara Hibiki, a hint of uncertainty immediately appeared in her eyes.

"Really... okay?"

"so gorgeous."

Uehara Hibiki responded with another kiss.

Lunch was served in the small restaurant downstairs, and the staff had specially prepared seats next to each other for them so that they didn't have to separate while eating.

The assistant handed over the coffee, and Xiang took it with one hand, the other still clutching the lamp. Others were already used to it; this "conjoined twin" behavior of the music industry's golden couple had become a sweet symbol that fans relished.

In the afternoon, there was an interview with the magazine "Music Frontier." When Uehara Hibiki and Takamatsu Touma walked hand in hand into the reception room, they immediately caught the attention of the staff. As Japan's most popular music couple, UHT is a household name.

"Mr. Uehara, Ms. Uehara, this way please."

Sato, a reporter from the magazine, stood up to greet them, his eyes unconsciously falling on the two people's clasped hands.

Uehara Hibiki couldn't help but frown. He had clearly informed them in advance, but the other party still sent a female reporter over.

Feeling Deng's slightly rapid breathing, Uehara Hibiki wrote something on her palm to help her calm down slowly. This was a habit they had developed since high school.

"First of all, congratulations on your new album 'Twin Flowers' for topping the Oricon charts for five consecutive weeks."

Sato didn't make any unnecessary contact, but just opened his notebook and started asking questions, which made Uehara Hibiki feel a little relieved.

"A lot of fans are curious about what it's like working together as a couple. Do they ever have disagreements?"

Uehara Hibiki glanced at the light and replied with a smile.

"We're lucky to have very similar musical aesthetics. Deng's lyrics always inspire me, and my music..."

"Xiang is like a mirror to me, he can always see through my heart. Sometimes I just finish writing the lyrics and he has already composed the melody I want."

Deng took over the conversation and she was obviously much more relaxed.

After a few common questions, Sato looked through the documents and suddenly asked.

"I previously interviewed the famous mercenary band, Ms. Shiina Riki and Ms. Kaname Runa. Ms. Kaname told me a lot about how you formed the band back in high school. It was said that back then, Ms. Uehara's lyrics were more about loneliness and self-discovery, but now your songs are filled with the obsession of love. How did this transition come about?"

Uehara Hibiki felt that Deng's hand suddenly became cold, and immediately took over the conversation.

"People grow up. The confusion about self-identity in adolescence and the desire for intimacy in adulthood are all natural evolutions. Just like the poems Ms. Sato wrote in college and the reports she writes now, the styles are surely different, right?"

The interview lasted an hour, with the two men never leaving each other's hands. When Sato asked if they had plans for children, Hibiki politely but firmly said it was a private matter and declined to discuss it further.

When leaving the office, Deng's mood was obviously depressed. Uehara Hibiki knew that the topic of MyGo had touched the wounds in her heart that had not yet healed.

"Deng, let's go home."

Deng nodded, gratitude in her eyes. She never had to explain her mood swings; Uehara Hibiki always understood and found the most appropriate way to deal with them.

Back home, they prepared dinner as usual. Deng washed the vegetables, while Uehara Hibiki cut and cooked with one hand, their hands always quickly reconnecting between operations. It should have been another peaceful night, until something unexpected happened.

When Uehara Hibiki turned around to get the seasoning, Deng reached out to turn off the faucet. A momentary misalignment caused their hands to separate.

Separation in the true sense, without any contact, not even just pulling the corner of clothes.

Deng froze in place, his eyes widening and his lips beginning to tremble.

"no no……"

Her breathing became rapid and irregular, her hands began to spasm uncontrollably, and her vision became blurred as if fogging.

At this moment, all the terrible imaginations swept over her.

If the sound suddenly disappears!

If she were left alone again!

Uehara Hibiki immediately realized what had happened. He dropped the spatula and held onto the lamp tightly with both hands.

"Light! Look at me! I'm here, I'm not going anywhere!"

But the lamp could no longer listen.

Her pupils dilated, tears burst out of her eyes like a spring, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and even the muscles responsible for breathing were gradually losing control.

"Don't... don't leave me... don't leave me alone again... alone..."

Because she couldn't breathe, her voice became fragmented and she was even gradually losing the ability to speak.

Uehara Hibiki quickly hugged Deng and brought her to the sofa. He pulled the medicine bottle off her neck, scooped up some water with his mouth, and put the pills into Deng's mouth. Then he gently rocked her like a child.