【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

But his unconscious little movements revealed too much. The slight sway of his shoulders and his constant deep breathing betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He tried to calm himself, but the emotion that the little white dog brought him was too strong for him to control.

I think I understood something.

He needed me so much before. And he needs me no less now.

"Wen Ya, I miss you." I looked at his eyes that kept dodging my gaze.

He instantly turned away upon hearing that, his hand covering his mouth, as if to prevent his suppressed sobs from being heard. And I, through the projection on the screen, his back turned, seemed to watch the tears streaming down his cheeks.

He didn't want to be alone anymore.

I remember him saying this on my first night at his house, as he was coaxing me to sleep.

He said he was afraid that all this was a dream and he didn't want to and didn't dare to wake up.

I hugged him tightly at that time.

Although I probably just wanted to use his hug to secrete some hormones that would make me feel less heartbroken and sad, I was in so much pain at the time that I wanted to numb myself.

but……

He wiped away his tears haphazardly and turned around, his eyes and nose red: "Ruyuan, I miss you too. A lot."

We all laughed.

He tilted his head back slightly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to burst forth. His facial muscles were tense, straining to maintain a smile. He tried to appear stronger, but his eyelids trembled slightly, uncontrollably.

I wanted so badly to give him a hug. I couldn't accept that my little white dog had become so broken and pale because of leaving me. Those eyes, that person, were such a rare beauty in this world. A beauty that felt neglected even when held in the palm of your hand. How could it be...

"As you wish, I, I really miss you. I, I drew the scene of our first meeting. I've been drawing it for a long time, and now I'm finishing it. I really…" His voice was a little hoarse, but he tried to keep it steady. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a stubborn force. But behind that force, I seemed to hear a silent cry.

I watched, just watched.

I don’t know if it was the dim firelight or what, but all the background disappeared in my mind. I could only see the glowing projection and the person in front of me.

I think I understand something.

"Wenya, Wenya. Listen to me, Wenya." I looked into his eyes seriously. "Wenya, I love you. You are very, very important to me. Believe me, we will meet again soon. Very soon. Wenya, you will no longer be alone."

His face twisted instantly, the strength he had been forcing himself to maintain crumbling in that moment. His eyes flushed red, tears pouring out like a flood. His body trembled slightly, and he clutched his face tightly with his hands, trying to stem the unstoppable torrent of emotion.

"Wen Ya, I love you, wait for me."

A hoarse, mournful cry escaped from between his fingers. It was the release of long-suppressed emotions, the unleashing of deep longing. His shoulders shook violently, as if enduring immense pain. Each sob seemed to speak of unspoken longing and sorrow.

That surge of longing also enveloped me tightly, even though I didn't know the exact distance between us. I thought it was perhaps a number that was difficult for me to grasp with my human experience and thoughts. I just watched him quietly, letting his tears and longing flow freely in this small space.