Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

The vast, empty space was utterly silent. Song Qingyin stood before the enormous light and shadow, gazing intently at the scene before her.

On the star map, a jet-black warship disappears at the jump point, its course ending in the depths of a star field that no one has ever set foot in.

She remained silent, simply watching until the point of light representing Xi Hanzhou completely vanished from the vast star map.

Qingyu squatted on the edge of the screen, her fluffy tail curled around her little paws, her voice tinged with a belated realization: "Host, isn't this strange? Even though the ending turned out like this, the mission is still considered complete."

It tilted its head, its clear blue eyes turning to Song Qingyin: "Did you already expect this outcome? Is that why you prepared so many things for him in advance?"

Song Qingyin did not answer.

There aren't that many people in the world who can predict the future. It's just that she's used to being prepared. She just never imagined that those backup plans would ultimately be presented to Xi Hanzhou in such a decisive way.

Her initial plan was to slowly boil the frog in water. She wanted him to get used to her presence amidst her domineering nature, and only then would he be surprised to find himself falling for her.

But plans can never keep up with changes. Song Junyao's appearance disrupted her rhythm and pushed the ending in a... almost cruel direction.

Although the process deviated from the expected trajectory, the mission was accomplished in the same way.

However, for Xi Hanzhou, this result was too cruel.

Her gaze lingered on the empty star map on the screen, unmoving for a long time. She stood there until her legs began to feel numb.

He turned around and looked at the huge nutrient tank in the center of the space.

The footsteps were light, landing silently on the soft carpet.

Inside the nutrient tank, a man lay quietly.

The pale blue nutrient solution gently enveloped his slender body, his black, tousled hair rippled slightly in the liquid, a few damp strands clinging to his pale, almost translucent forehead. His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his eyelids.

His nose was high and straight, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the lines of his jaw were smooth and neat, like a fine sculpture by a master.

It was a face of extreme handsomeness.

Yet it was also pale and lifeless.

Song Qingyin stood in front of the nutrient tank, her fingertips gently touching the cold hull.

This was the first time she had seen Shi Muchi after he grew up.

She thought of all the people she had pursued, each with a distinct personality, yet upon reflection, she could almost see a trace of him in each of them.

Wen Mochen's gentleness, Luo Ruchuan's obsession, and Ming Yi's ruthlessness...

"Shi Muci".

She spoke softly, her voice echoing in the empty space with a barely perceptible resonance.

She wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them back.

She still remembered the warm current she felt while she was unconscious. When she woke up, Qingyu told her that it must have been Shi Muchi's spiritual power that calmed and channeled those turbulent spiritual threads in her mind.

Just like he did for her a long, long time ago, when she was a child.

That feeling was warm and peaceful, almost intoxicating.

"Host--"

Qingyu suddenly hopped over from the side, gently tugging at her clothes with her little paws. "There's some data from the last world that I need to organize. I need to go cooperate with the investigation."

The little guy wagged its tail and said in a cheerful tone, "You can rest for a while first, or you can go straight to the next world. I'll be keeping an eye on your situation from the backstage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it transformed into a beam of white light and disappeared into the system core not far away.

Song Qingyin withdrew her hand and was about to turn and leave when the spatial door slid open silently.

Old Shi walked in.

He saw her standing in front of the nutrient tank, a gentle smile on his face: "Awake? Looks like you're recovering well."

"Ah."

"The level of disorder in your mental sea has dropped below a safe level." Elder Shi glanced at the data on the screen and instructed, "But you still need to be careful not to overuse your mental energy in the short term."

Song Qingyin nodded.

The two exchanged a few more words, mostly about trivial matters concerning their health.

Before leaving, Old Shi paused, turned back to look at her, and said gently, "Would you like to go see him? You can spend more time with him."

Song Qingyin remained silent.

When the portal closed again, she stood alone, staring at the pale, sleeping face in the nutrient pod for a very long time.

Finally, she turned around and walked to her own nutrient tank on the other side.

Whether it was because of the life-saving grace or the inexplicable entanglement in her heart, she hoped that he could wake up soon.

She lay down in the cold hull and watched as the nutrient solution slowly submerged her.

In the last second before she closed her eyes, she seemed to see countless transparent mental energy connection lines silently intertwining and entwining in the air between the two nutrient tanks.

[Mental strength has stabilized.]

[The host is preparing to enter the next world.]

The mechanical, monotonous voice of the system echoed deep within her consciousness.

[World designation: A-09.]

[Entering the world—]