A straight man transmigrates into an ABO world and upgrades his beauty by pretending to be an Alpha.

Gao Hao sat on the edge of the couch with a deep gaze, clutching a snow-white handkerchief in his hand.

His gaze fell on the thin back in front of him, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly raised his hand and covered the thin back with the handkerchief.

The movements were gentle, with a touch of caution.

It was as if she were polishing the most precious porcelain in the world, afraid that she would break it if she used the slightest force.

The blood-stained handkerchief fell into the water, leaving a faint red stain that slowly spread across the surface.

Gao Hao carefully helped Qin Zijian put on his clothes.

She leaned slightly forward and pulled the blanket over, gently tucking it in to cover every corner.

At this moment, a palace maid silently approached carrying an exquisite tray.

On the tray sat a small, exquisite porcelain bottle, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

Gao Hao turned his head upon hearing the sound, his gaze falling on the porcelain vase.

He stretched out his slender fingers, steadily picked up the porcelain bottle from the tray, and then carefully peeled off the cap.

As the bottle was opened, a rich herbal aroma wafted out.

He bent down slightly, reached out his other hand, and gently lifted Qin Zijian's chin.

Qin Zijian suffered burns from the corner of his mouth to his chin, and although several days have passed, the swelling has not subsided.

Looking at the marks, Gao Hao's eyes trembled, and he subconsciously clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Gao Hao lowered his eyes, carefully unscrewed the cap of the medicine bottle, and gently scooped out some white ointment from the bottle with his fingertips.

He placed his fingertips over the red and swollen area, carefully applied the ointment, and then bent down to blow air onto the wound.

As if sensing something, Qin Zijian turned his head to the side.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft moan.

Although the sound was not loud, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Upon seeing this, Gao Hao felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly bent down and heard Qin Zijian murmur intermittently, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

"My...husband...it hurts so much..."

Upon hearing this, Gao Hao paused slightly.

He reached out and gently patted Qin Zijian's forehead, whispering words of comfort.

"It's alright, your husband is here, he won't let you be in pain."

Perhaps it was because they heard what Gao Hao said.

Qin Zijian's tightly closed eyes suddenly trembled a few times, revealing a hint of unease.

After a while, Qin Zijian suddenly opened his eyes.

Having just woken up, Qin Zijian's vision was still blurry.

My vision was blurry; I could only vaguely make out a figure in front of me.

He thought weakly to himself, "I'm probably going to die this time, right?"

It would be so good if I died, then I might be able to see my beloved husband soon.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, forming a barely perceptible smile.

Gao Hao, who had been watching Qin Zijian closely, happened to catch this smile at that moment.

That smile was like a crabapple blossom blooming in winter, melting away the snow that had accumulated on the branches.

In a single instant, it surpasses the brilliance of a sky full of stars.

Gao Hao stared intently at the person in front of him, a hint of disorientation appearing in his eyes.

At this moment, time seemed to flow backward to the time when he first met Qin Zijian.

That day, he rode on his horse, bright and carefree, as if the wind itself was swirling around him.

Like the most dazzling star in the night sky, it inadvertently fell to earth, scattering its brilliant light across the ground.

Gao Hao couldn't help but want to bend down and pick up the scattered starlight.

He longed to collect all that light, letting it shine only for himself.

From that moment on, he would be immersed in the same beautiful dream for countless nights.

In that dream, Qin Zijian was still riding that horse, galloping towards him.

So passionate, so bright, so resolute.

As if possessed by some force, Gao Hao slowly stretched out his hand, as if he had lost control of himself.

The hand trembled slightly in the air before gently landing on Qin Zijian's reddened eyelids.

His fingers gently caressed her, and a hint of joy was barely concealed in his voice.

He tried his best to control his emotions and keep his voice as steady as possible: "You're awake..."

However, Qin Zijian's gaze seemed somewhat vacant and lifeless, as if he had not yet fully regained his senses.

Upon hearing Gao Hao's words, she blinked a few times, as if she had been abruptly pulled from a dream.

In an instant, it was like a dam at the mouth of a river suddenly bursting.

Tears streamed down her face like a flood, accompanied by heart-wrenching and extremely panicked sobs.

"I'm not dead... How can I not be dead..."

Qin Zijian was like a fish that plunged into the sea, but was ruthlessly pulled back to shore just as it was about to enter the water.

He opened his mouth wide, desperately hoping to absorb even a tiny bit of water to alleviate the suffocating thirst.

But the scorching sun relentlessly baked him, leaving him nowhere to hide and no way to escape.

"Ah...ah...ah!!!" Qin Zijian had completely lost control, and his screams echoed throughout the room.

The pain in his body became more and more pronounced as he gradually regained consciousness.

He gripped the blanket tightly beneath him, as if trying to grasp something.

Qin Zijian stretched out his other hand with difficulty, groping haphazardly on the bed, urgently searching for something he desperately needed.

But no matter how hard he searched, he could not find the object he longed for.

He struggled to sit up from the couch. His body trembled incessantly, and his gaze passed over Gao Hao.

He looked around anxiously, searching frantically, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Suddenly, he saw what he wanted on the sandalwood table.

For a moment, he couldn't care less about anything else. Barefoot, he staggered off the bed and rushed toward the small object.

Gao Hao was startled by the sudden reaction of the person in front of him. His heart jumped into his throat, and he hurriedly reached out to support the other person.

Qin Zijian carefully clutched the small golden bell tightly in his hand, as if afraid it would suddenly disappear.

His expression was a mixture of crying and laughing, madness and frenzy. With trembling hands, he carefully tucked the string of small bells into his hair.

Unfortunately, because she hadn't gotten out of bed for many days, her long hair was disheveled and unkempt.

No matter how hard he tried, the strands of hair just couldn't get tangled in the bell.

Qin Zijian wasn't in a hurry. His slightly trembling fingertips began to try to braid his hair, his movements appearing clumsy and awkward.

Seeing Qin Zijian's state, Gao Hao felt a surge of anger rising within him, and his irritation grew stronger.

He naturally recognized the object; who else but the uncivilized barbarians of Beiran who would like such a dubious contraption?

How could Gao Hao not understand why Qin Zijian was acting this way?

Although he brought this person back to the Great Abyss, the other person's heart remained in that desolate land.