Chapter 53: There Is Someone I Like
Mu Feng tilted his head up, his tears sliding down and falling onto the back of the other man’s hand.
Those pale green eyes would never be able to hold anyone other than Liang Yuhang from then on.
“Okay.” Mu Feng managed to squeeze out a sound, his neck held in the man’s grip.
Liang Yuhang abruptly let go, and his heart, which had been hanging, finally settled.
“Can I… go back with you tonight?” Mu Feng’s voice was soft. “I’m not ready to go back and face them.”
Liang Yuhang said, “I live in the hospital.”
Mu Feng stared at him fixedly, unwilling to look away for even a second. “Then I’ll go to the hospital with you.”
Both were soaked. Liang Yuhang took him back to the ward, but he didn’t have any clothes for him to change into, so he could only give him the hospital gown he usually wore.
While Mu Feng was changing inside, he heard someone scolding outside, likely the attending physician: “Are you crazy?! Going into the water right after surgery? The wound is soaked like this. Do you not want your life?”
“Saving someone.” Liang Yuhang’s voice was still very calm. “Please help me change the dressing.”
Mu Feng wiped his face; it was covered in damp tears. Aside from his deceased eldest sister, no one had ever been this good to him.
When he first entered the door, he had seen the name on the VIP ward: Liang Yuhang.
Mu Feng repeated this name in his heart again and again, thinking it sounded especially beautiful.
On July 17th, he had met a God with a soft heart. He would remember this day forever.
After the doctor left, Mu Feng stepped out timidly. The hospital gown was very large; he was practically stepping on the hem. “Did I cause trouble for you?”
“If you live well, you won’t be causing trouble.” Liang Yuhang had removed his shirt, his chest wrapped in a very wide band of gauze. He looked at the boy. “Sleep on the accompanying bed tonight.”
“Thank you.” Mu Feng walked over and lay down cautiously, curling into a ball like an abandoned cat.
Liang Yuhang stared at him for a while, opened a drawer, and took out a red string with a small bell hanging from it—a token of safety.
His mother had sought it at a temple before his first surgery. He had thought it was childish and hadn’t worn it.
“For you.” Liang Yuhang sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand, and put it on. “To keep you safe.”
Mu Feng’s lips quirked; he was about to cry again.
Liang Yuhang quickly spoke up, “No crying. Be stronger. Especially don’t cry in front of people you hate. The more cowardly you are, the easier it is to be bullied.”
Mu Feng suppressed his tears and nodded. “Okay.”
Looking at the boy’s palm-sized face, Liang Yuhang’s voice softened slightly, realizing he was still just a kid. “Have you thought about what to do next?”
“No.” Mu Feng shook his head. “They said my mental power was too strong and killed someone. I didn’t. I don’t know what to do. And I differentiated as an Alpha; I’ll only become more and more uncontrollable in the future.”
Liang Yuhang looked into his beautiful eyes. “Then pretend to be an Omega. Live on first. If you live, there’s hope of clearing your name.”
Mu Feng stared at him blankly. “I can’t pretend. Pheromones can’t lie.”
“I studied medicine; I can make short-term blockers,” Liang Yuhang said. “Deceive the differentiation check first and make them let their guard down toward you.”
Mu Feng felt as though he had seen light in the vast darkness. “Is that possible?”
“Try it. It won’t be worse than dying.” Liang Yuhang reached out and patted his head. “Sleep first.”
Mu Feng had the best sleep he’d had in nearly a year.
The blockers Liang Yuhang gave him fooled the check. Likely thinking he was no longer a threat, Mu Shan and Mu Shui’s attitude toward him changed from wariness to contempt.
“Just a useless Omega. I thought he had some skill to compete with me for the family property.” This was how Mu Shan mocked him.
Mu Feng miraculously survived in that home.
He could finally attend school normally again. Every day after school, he would run to the hospital to see Liang Yuhang.
Sometimes he would bring a small flower, sometimes a photo of the sunset, and sometimes a cake he couldn’t bear to eat.
Every time Liang Yuhang heard the rustling sound of the bell, he knew Mu Feng had arrived.
In the barren summer, a breeze always stayed for him.
“I’ve started self-studying pharmacology.”
Mu Feng always spoke very softly. “But I’ve kept my grades at just barely passing. They think I’m very stupid, so they don’t really bother with me anymore.”
Liang Yuhang praised him: “You’ve done well.”
Mu Feng’s beautiful eyes curved. “When are you having the surgery? I’ll return the bell to you. It’s for safety.”
“Keep wearing it. It seems to bring you good luck.” Liang Yuhang didn’t take it back, only staring at him. “Have you grown a bit taller?”
Mu Feng felt a bit embarrassed. After differentiating, his height had begun to shoot up, but compared to him, he was still short.
He gestured to Liang Yuhang. “Just a little bit. I’ll keep growing. I’ll grow to be as tall as you.”
“That might be a bit hard.” Liang Yuhang teased him. “Little short radish.”
“When I grow up, I’ll be at least one hundred and eighty centimeters.” Mu Feng said confidently. “Wait and see on July 17th, four years from now.”
“Isn’t your birthday in August? Why July 17th?” Liang Yuhang lowered his head to peel a lychee for him. This fruit was difficult to handle; if one wasn’t careful, their hand would be covered in juice.
Mu Feng glared at him angrily. “July 17th was the day you saved me! You actually forgot? I’m ignoring you.”
“Alright, I won’t forget.” Liang Yuhang stuffed a lychee into his mouth. “It really is better than a birthday. It’s the day of your rebirth.”
Mu Feng swallowed the lychee and laughed again. He looked much more lively and cheerful than before, already a bright youth.
He said happily, “When you finish the surgery and recover, probably next spring, take me on a spring outing. I’ve never been on one.”
Liang Yuhang wasn’t even sure if he could survive the surgery himself, but he couldn’t bear to disappoint him. “Okay.”
Mu Feng happily took out his homework and sat by the hospital bed to start writing today’s exercises.
“What’s that envelope in your bag?” he asked casually.
“Ah, this…” Mu Feng pulled it out, feeling a bit embarrassed. “A love letter from a female classmate.”
“A love letter.” Liang Yuhang spoke slowly. “You already have girls chasing you at school?”
“I didn’t agree.” Mu Feng was afraid he’d misunderstand and hurried to clear things up. “I don’t even like her.”
Liang Yuhang hummed and looked at him with a smile. “Then is there someone you like?”
Mu Feng’s cheeks turned completely red instantly.
He rolled the love letter in his hand, almost crumpling it into a ball, and stammered, “No.”
His heart was beating so fast he couldn’t describe the feeling. He could only see his own flustered and lost reflection in the other man’s pupils.
“Mu Mu, you’re lying.” Liang Yuhang exposed him.
Mu Feng moved his lips, not knowing how to defend himself. He turned his head, grabbed his backpack, and ran, leaving behind only a string of rustling bell sounds.
That night, Liang Yuhang was pushed into the operating room.
When Mu Feng came again, he only saw the red light that stayed on day and night.
He crouched at the door and prayed incessantly—prayed for Liang Yuhang’s safety. Finally, he saw him being pushed out.
“There might be some sequelae.”
Mu Feng hid behind the corridor and heard the doctor talking to Liang Zhaoqing. “After all, it’s the first successful mechanical heart transplant. He’ll likely be in a coma for a long time, leading to fragmented memory loss. We’ll just have to wait and see.”
The bell in Mu Feng’s hand fell to the floor, letting out a crisp, resonating sound in the quiet night.
He still came every day, but Liang Yuhang would never chat with him as before. He lay in the intensive care unit with his eyes closed, sleeping day and night.
Mu Feng waited and waited, from winter to spring.
Liang Yuhang finally woke up, but as he looked at him through the glass window, his gaze was that of a stranger.
Mu Feng met his eyes for a second and understood. Liang Yuhang didn’t remember him.
“It’s okay. As long as he’s alive, it’s enough.” Mu Feng crouched at the hospital entrance and comforted himself in a low voice.
He lowered his head and ate the cake he had brought for him bit by bit. It was so salty.
Mu Feng didn’t go to find him for a long time, afraid of disturbing him.
Later, when he went again, he heard from a nurse that Liang Yuhang’s personality had changed a lot. He had become cold and didn’t like seeing people. Later on, he was discharged and went to a distant place to recuperate.
Liang Yuhang ultimately became a dream during puberty that was hard to wake from.
He worked hard to get into Liang Yuhang’s university, but the man had already graduated. He could never catch up to his footsteps; he was always one beat behind.
There was a five-year gap between them—the distance from youth to adulthood. They were always just that little bit apart.
Over these years, he heard and saw snippets of news about him—from the school publicity board to news headlines of his meritorious deeds—and he would photograph and collect them all.
Liang Yuhang was living well, so the fact that he didn’t remember him was only a minuscule regret.
The promised spring outing never happened. It didn’t matter. Mu Feng was just curious about what it would feel like.
On July 17th of this year, Mu Feng sat alone by the sea, startled by how four years had flown by. He had also lived on well to adulthood, as promised.
Mu Feng looked at the bell and said to himself, “I really have grown taller, Liang Yuhang. Can I go see you now?”
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