I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Two years passed peacefully like this. Perhaps it was the effect of the blood he had drunk back then, but Qi Mo's eyesight had mostly recovered. However, his vision was the opposite of that of ordinary people; the darker it was, the clearer he could see. So he never took off his sunglasses.

Ling Xiao then cooked for Hei Xiazi according to his later preferences, retaliating by not letting him eat. He only rewarded Qi Mo with a plate of stir-fried rice with green peppers and shredded pork after Qi Mo behaved well, implying that their life was difficult, even after Qi Mo regained his sight. Just when Qi Mo thought he could live like this forever, Ling Xiao left one morning.

Because his departure was so sudden, Ling Xiao left nothing behind, not even a word, leading Qi Mo to believe that Ling Xiao was disgusted by him and couldn't afford to support him anymore. So, he started frantically saving money, and everyone said he was obsessed with money. Until one day, he found a notebook under Ling Xiao's bed. It was his personal sketchbook, filled with drawings of the same face. He knew that Ling Xiao would never have left this notebook behind, so it probably wasn't his own choice to leave.

He didn't want the name Qi Mo to have a bad reputation. If it had a bad reputation, even if Mr. Qi returned, he wouldn't want to acknowledge him. So he decided to just live by the nickname everyone gave him, "Black Bear."

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The cold, metallic gleam of the laboratory pierced his eyes, replacing the image of that simple yet warm and inviting little hut. The subtle hum of time resuming its flow echoed in Ling Xiao's ears, carrying a dizzying sense of disorientation.

He staggered slightly. The smell of disinfectant and precision instruments in the air was both strange and familiar, instantly pulling him out of the two years that had been filled with the fumes of green pepper fried rice and the faint scent of soap on Qi Mo.

The sense of chaos receded like the tide, leaving behind clear yet fragmented pieces of memory. Qi Mo… no, he should be called Black Bear now. Those eyes that could see even in the dark, those sunglasses he never took off, that slightly aggrieved yet feignedly shameless way of begging for green pepper and shredded pork fried rice…

Ling Xiao's heart clenched. After two years of contact, he could almost imagine the child's bewilderment when he woke up and found him gone, followed by overwhelming panic and self-doubt—"Does the master think I can't afford to raise him?" This thought would entwine Qi Mo like a poisonous vine, distorting his perception and ultimately pushing him toward that money-grubbing Hei Xiazi.

No wonder…no wonder when they first met, those eyes behind the sunglasses locked onto him like a hawk hunting its prey, the force so strong it almost crushed his wrist. No wonder that guy blurted out something like, “You taught me how to pick locks.” All the strangeness, the deep-seated resentment and unspeakable obsession, found their source in those two years. He became an irresponsible enigma in Qi Mo’s life, a driving force that shaped “Black Bear.”

The suffocating feeling in his chest made him desperately need an outlet. He couldn't accept this experience; it meant he belonged to the world of tomb raiding from the very beginning, that he was a part of it. The most urgent thing? No, it was an urgent, pressing desire.

Little Flower.

This name was like a ray of light, piercing through the chaotic dust of memory. Two years… in the lab, it was just a few seconds of instrument readings, but for him, it was over seven hundred real days and nights of longing and unwavering affection. His gentle, refined, and meticulous Xiaohua, the person he most wanted to see at this moment.

Ling Xiao rushed out of the laboratory almost instinctively, his steps carrying a hint of unsteadiness from traversing time and space, yet also an unusual urgency. The corridor was unrealistically bright. He walked through the familiar yet unfamiliar passageway, heading straight outside with a clear goal in mind. He remembered that Xiao Hua would come to pick him up.

The heavy, cold-metallic door of the laboratory stood like a gate separating two worlds. Jieyuhua stood not far outside this gate, her figure still upright as bamboo, her moon-white robe shimmering with a warm glow in the cold white light of the corridor.

He didn't lean against the wall, nor did he pace anxiously. He simply stood quietly, like a serene magnolia in the courtyard, as if he had stood there since time immemorial.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Only waiting, deafening in the silence.

Ling Xiao's gaze greedily traced that familiar outline. His nose tingled, his throat bobbed, and a thousand words stuck in his chest, ultimately turning into a silent yet surging movement.

He strode forward, and the instant Xie Yuchen looked up at the sound, he opened his arms and pulled him into a tight embrace. The force was immense, carrying a mixture of the ecstatic joy of something lost and the weariness of time travel, as if he wanted to make up for the warmth he had missed over the past two years all at once.

The corridor air carried the unique, inorganic chill and disinfectant smell of a laboratory. But Xie Yuchen's nose seemed to still linger on the strange, mixed scent that had clinged to Ling Xiao during their embrace—the smell of gunpowder, the musty odor of old paper, and a faint yet persistent whiff of the oil stains from Ling Xiao's sunglasses. This scent was unfamiliar and abrupt, like an invisible thorn piercing his entire understanding of Ling Xiao. It was inexplicable, yet not illusory; it felt like a time and space that Ling Xiao had truly traversed, a space he could never reach.

As Xie Yuhua looked at the person in her arms, her tense body relaxed at a visible speed, and the sharp defense that belonged to "Master Xie" receded like a tide.

Jieyuhua didn't struggle or return the embrace, simply letting himself be held captive by this sudden, powerful hug. His chin rested gently on Lingxiao's shoulder, his long eyelashes drooping, concealing the turbulent emotions surging within his eyes. He could clearly feel the body embracing him trembling slightly, a surge of suppressed emotions.

After a long while, Jieyuhua finally stirred slightly. Her voice was as clear and melodious as Lingxiao remembered, yet it carried a barely perceptible hoarseness, like a string that hadn't been played in a long time.

"……came back."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Ling Xiao tightened his arms, burying his face deeper into the familiar, elegant, cool fragrance of Xie Yuchen's neck, greedily inhaling the scent that haunted his dreams. His throat tightened, and he could only utter a muffled, hoarse syllable, filled with a sense of relief at surviving a calamity and an overwhelming, unbearable longing:

"Hmm... I'm back." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, his voice still unsteady, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from Brother Xiaohua."

Finally, Xie Yuhua slowly raised his hand, not to hug back the arm that was tightly holding him, but with an almost confirming gentleness, to stroke the back of Ling Xiao's neck. His fingertips were slightly cool, yet the touch carried a power that transcended time. He caressed that warm skin, as if confirming the authenticity of a lost treasure that had been found again, or as if silently soothing the violently fluctuating emotions of the person in his arms.

"It's good that you're back." Xie Yuchen's voice returned to its usual gentle tone, as if nothing had happened. He gently patted Ling Xiao's back, a gentle yet firm gesture, indicating that he could relax a little.

When Ling Xiao stepped back slightly as instructed, his gaze still greedily fixed on Xie Yuchen's face, Xie Yuchen finally looked up and met those eyes filled with complex emotions. Those peach blossom eyes, which always shone with an all-seeing light, now clearly reflected Ling Xiao's figure, along with a hidden, relieved warmth, and... an undeniable scrutiny.

However, he then smiled and said, "Now that you're back, explain how the room burned down and the timeline."