【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 514 [Empire] Familiarity

At the edge of my dream, I felt a strange force gently enveloping me in a warm embrace. That embrace, warm yet refreshing, felt like an invisible breath emanating from all around, carrying a reassuring fragrance. The freshness of citrus and the subtle acidity of grapefruit blended into a delicate aroma that lingered around me, each strand like a gentle caress, soothing all my fatigue and anxiety.

A fresh, warm breath slowly enveloped me, like the early spring breeze, or the warm sunlight streaming down from some distant land. It was soft and warm, yet not sweltering. Instead, it brought a sense of peace and tranquility to my soul. My body seemed to be gently lifted, as if floating in the air, enveloped in this warm embrace. All fatigue and pain melted away in that moment.

In this warm embrace, I heard a gentle humming. The sound was clear and soft, like a gentle breeze passing through my ears, bringing endless tranquility. It was a male voice, low and gentle, carrying some unknown emotion, softly singing in a language I couldn't understand. Each note was like a lullaby, gently swaying, as if weaving a dream for me, soothing all my anxiety and restlessness.

The sound flowed softly, like a warm river, soothing every inch of my soul. Although I didn't understand the language, I could still feel the emotion within, the deep tenderness and protection. It carried endless warmth, enveloping every inch of my being, and I couldn't help but immerse myself in it, my soul gradually settling in that gentle melody.

My consciousness gradually faded, as if I were immersed in a deep blue lake, slowly sinking until all my anxiety and confusion were melted away by the warmth and coolness. That embrace, woven with freshness and warmth, gently enveloped me like a pair of protective wings, making me feel an unprecedented sense of security and tranquility.

The man's movements were gentle and practiced, as if they'd done this countless times before. The transparent vine slipped silently from my wrist, the slender vine like a docile pet, gently untied without a single resistance. Every inch of it felt cold, but that coolness intertwined with the warmth, creating a strange balance. The vine didn't struggle, as if it had sensed the man's presence and willingly let go.

I felt his approach, a familiar fragrance mingling with a faint coolness. Without even blinking, I knew who he was. It was a silent understanding, a trust that needed no words. The vines quietly unfurled as he moved, like a fragile thread, gently slipping from my palm. Its movement was silent, yet so smooth and gentle, as if the whole process had become accustomed to it.

This person was Qianmo. His movements were always so gentle. He knew my reliance on these plants and knew how to provide the most tender care when I needed it most. His fingers gently brushed across the vines, and in that moment, I felt soothed. The vines, as if sensing his warmth, curled up quietly without resistance, as if they understood that their responsibility at this moment was to protect, not to restrain.

His fingers gently stroked the end of the vine. The touch was cool, yet it brought me a silent comfort. No words, only gestures filled with understanding and care. Everything seemed so natural and smooth. At that moment, I realized that this quiet companionship brought me more peace than any words could. Qianmo was always there, by my side, always the same.

I thought so in a daze.