Chapter 211 - To the past
Muchen knelt shakily near the shattered window, the dizzying height behind him forgotten as he clung to Yunfeng with everything he had. his whole body trembled violently but the pain in his stomach reduced instantly. the familiar scent of oranges enveloped him completely. making his heart heart ease up.
Their bodies pressed close, hearts pounding violently against each other, desperate to prove that this—this moment—was real.
Yunfeng’s body was still unnaturally warm, faint tendrils of blue heat rising from his skin like mist. It didn’t burn Muchen, but the intensity of it made his chest ache in ways he couldn’t explain.
Gently, Muchen tilted his head up, his trembling hands cupping Yunfeng’s face. His fingers brushed through the strands of hair that had turned a startling, beautiful white, ghostly against the dark night.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
"What did they do to you...?" Muchen whispered, voice shaking with fury and helplessness. He ran his thumb tenderly over Yunfeng’s cheekbone. "Did they hurt you? Those bastards—" His voice cracked. "—I’ll fucking shoot them down myself."
Yunfeng’s gaze softened. Despite the exhaustion clouding his blue eyes, he shook his head slowly, strands of white hair falling over his forehead.
"They tried to sedate me," he murmured, his voice hoarse, as if scraped raw. "But I fought it off."
His brow furrowed deeply, his expression hardening. "They kept calling me Subject 7... over and over." His fists clenched unconsciously at Muchen’s shirt. "I don’t know what it means. But they weren’t just after everyone. They were after me."
Above them, the faint roar of jets still echoed across the sky, circling like vultures. If they were simply hunting anyone with powers, they should have gone after Muchen too, and the others. But they hadn’t. They had locked onto Yunfeng alone—as if he had been marked. Tagged.
Targeted.