Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Sanatorium Area No. 19.

This is the most heavily guarded place in the entire Time and Space Administration.

Inside the special care ward, a huge nutrition capsule stands quietly.

The cabin is surrounded by countless complex devices, and the screens are filled with dense data.

Inside the nutrient tank lay a young man.

His eyes were closed, his face so handsome it seemed otherworldly. His black, tousled hair clung to his forehead, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow on his eyelids.

Shi Muci.

He was once the youngest SSS-level executive officer.

And now, he is a person in a vegetative state who has been on the verge of a mental breakdown for ten years.

"Leave her here."

Old Shi pointed to the reserved space next to Shi Muci's nutrient capsule.

The medical staff looked at each other, but dared not disobey Mr. Shi's orders.

Soon, another nutrient capsule was pushed in, and Song Qingyin was carefully placed inside.

"Mr. Shi, what's wrong...?"

“Link their spiritual power,” Shi Lao said calmly.

"What?!" Everyone was stunned.

Establishing a spiritual connection is the most dangerous method in spiritual healing.

Once connected, the consciousnesses of the two people will resonate. If one loses control, the other will also be dragged into the abyss.

"Mr. Shi, this is too risky! What if—"

“There’s no such thing as ‘what if’.” Old Master Shi looked at Shi Muci’s face, his voice filled with unwavering certainty. “She is Xiaoci’s only hope, and Xiaoci is also her hope.”

He looked at Song Qingyin's chaotic and volatile mental energy data on the screen, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"implement."

The medical staff dared not say anything more and began operating the equipment.

Between the two nutrient chambers, transparent spiritual energy connection lines slowly extended out, intertwining and entangled in the air, eventually merging into one.

[Mental link established.]

Synchronization rate: 1%...5%...10%...

Song Qingyin's chaotic mental state.

Her consciousness floated in the boundless darkness.

The pain was still tearing at her nerves, making her want to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.

Just when she thought she would be completely lost in this darkness—

A warm force seeped in silently.

That force felt familiar.

It felt so familiar that she instinctively wanted to get closer.

It carefully wrapped around her turbulent and chaotic mental energy threads, gently combing and smoothing them out little by little.

The pain began to subside.

Song Qingyin's consciousness gradually calmed down.

She felt as if she were sinking into a warm ocean.

There was no pain, no chaos there.

Only peace.

---

Outside the nutrient chamber.

As Shi Lao watched the mental strength data of the two people on the screen gradually stabilize, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Synchronization rate: 45%...50%...

[Degree of mental disorder decreased - 87%...76%...63%...]

The treatment was remarkably effective.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at the medical staff guarding the door.

"24-hour monitoring. Notify me immediately of any abnormalities."

"Yes!"

Old Shi took one last look at the people in the two nutrient tanks, then turned and left the ward.

In the corridor, he took out his communicator and dialed an encrypted channel.

"Go and check Song Qingyin's recent missions."

"Every single piece of data, without exception."

"I need to know... what she went through to cause her mental state to spiral out of control to this extent."

*

"He's back! The leader is back!" In the distance, upon seeing Shura's black figure, some people in the base cheered excitedly.

They must have brought back news of victory. Ever since Xi Hanzhou returned, every time they went out, they brought back news of victory. This time will certainly be no exception.

The defenses above the base were shut down to create a smooth landing path for the Shura mech.

The black aircraft slowly landed on the tarmac, and the cheers around it stopped abruptly the moment the engines shut down.

The soldiers who came to greet them looked at each other, their joy turning into astonishment.

There was no declaration of victory.

There were no spoils on display.

The Shura mech's chest armor was covered with hideous claw marks and molten holes, as if it had just crawled out of a furnace from hell.

The cockpit canopy opened in the dead silence.

Xi Hanzhou walked out from inside, carrying someone in his arms.

All eyes were on the slender figure in his arms.

The combat uniform was charred black, and a horrifying hole in the chest signaled the end of his life. The blood-stained yet still recognizable face caused many veterans' pupils to shrink suddenly.

The head of the Song family... Song Qingyin?

Why is she here?

Isn't she... an enemy?

No one dared to ask.

Xi Hanzhou's face was expressionless. That face, which always carried a hint of cynicism or was as cold as iron on the battlefield, was now nothing but an empty numbness. In his dark green eyes, it was as if the last light had been extinguished, leaving only a darkness more silent than the universe.

He ignored everyone's surprised and inquisitive gazes.

He held her in his arms and walked step by step down the gangway, through the crowd, and toward the base's living quarters.

His steps were so steady, so unsettling.

The person in his arms was very light, so light that it seemed weightless.

An adjutant named A-Jie, who had been with him the longest, mustered his courage and stepped forward: "Boss..."

Xi Hanzhou didn't stop, nor did she even glance at him, as if he were nothing but air.

Ah Jie's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He looked at Xi Hanzhou's back, and the silent, almost freezing sorrow emanating from the man rendered him speechless.

Until the alloy door leading to the leader's bedroom was ruthlessly closed in front of everyone.

---

The bedroom lights were off.

Xi Hanzhou held Song Qingyin in his arms and stood in the darkness for a long time.

Then, he walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently placed her on the soft bed, as if afraid of waking her.

He knelt by the bed and just looked at her.

Looking at the hideous hole in her chest, at her bloodless lips, at her pale and quiet profile.

He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, wanting to touch her cheek, but stopped in mid-air.

He was afraid she would be in pain.

He was afraid that the coldness of his hands would make her uncomfortable.

a long time.

He got up, went into the bathroom, and turned on the tap. Warm water washed over his hands, which were covered in machine oil and blood. He scrubbed and washed them again and again until his skin was red and almost bleeding before he stopped.

He dipped a towel in warm water and returned to the bedside.

He began to wipe her down.

From the forehead, to the cheeks, and then to the neck.

He wiped slowly and carefully, avoiding the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth and the wound on her chest that he dared not look at. It was as if he was wiping away not the dust of a battlefield, but the pain she had endured.

“It’s dirty,” he said in a low voice, his voice hoarse.

"I'll... wipe it clean for you."

In his world, all that remained was this small bed and the person on it who would never smile at him again, nor look at him with cold eyes.

From the moment Song Qingyin died until now, except for the moment when he attacked Song Junyao without any regard for the consequences, Xi Hanzhou has acted normally, just like when checking the number of casualties after each battle.

It's as if Song Qingyin is no different from those people; there aren't that many ties between them.

There was no yelling, no heart-wrenching screaming, and not a single tear was shed.