After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 89

I will find myself again for you.

The young woman’s tearful words flowed through Yu Luo’s heart, slicing open a bloody wound.

She had once been unable to stop herself from imagining where Qi Song had gone these past two years—

Perhaps she was living in another world, having forgotten her completely, living a carefree life.

Therefore, when she had just seen the unfamiliar vigilance and defensiveness in Qi Song’s eyes, she felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow. For a moment, she thought her guess had come true, that Qi Song had really forgotten her completely.

But now, Qi Song was curled up on the bed, crying so hard her liver and intestines were breaking inch by inch¹ in front of her for the first time, repeatedly murmuring, “I miss you so much.”

It was as if she had been enduring some kind of pain alone for a long time, her heart gnawed away until it was tattered and torn, on the verge of collapse.

Tears streamed from Yu Luo’s eyes as well.

She got up, took off her coat, and lay down on the hospital bed.

When her body touched Qi Song’s through the quilt, the person who had been sobbing suddenly fell silent for a moment.

A pair of red, wet eyes slowly peeked out from under the quilt, staring at her, vigilant and cautious.

Yu Luo gazed at those eyes, so close at hand, and unexpectedly felt a trace of bittersweet happiness amidst the anguish.

And so, a faint smile rippled through her tear-filled gaze.

She realized that even though two years had passed between her and Qi Song, even though they were separated by all the experiences and emotions they hadn’t shared during that time, and even though they hadn’t talked things through yet, just knowing that Qi Song was by her side was enough to put her completely at ease.

The emotions suppressed for two years seemed to begin to slowly and leisurely dissipate from this moment on.

Her smile seemed to provoke Qi Song, and the other woman’s red eyes opened even wider and rounder, almost glaring at her.

She was actually glaring at her.

“Still glaring?” Yu Luo said softly.

Qi Song blinked, her eyes quietly narrowing a little, looking somewhat wronged.

Yu Luo couldn’t help but smile again.

The tears in her eyes steeped that smile in a translucent clarity, making it appear soft and tolerant, possessing a depth that came from affection that had settled over a long period of waiting.

Qi Song watched her without a word, without blinking for an instant, the lower half of her face still hidden under the quilt.

Yu Luo could feel the vigilance and defensiveness in her heart already crumbling, so she tentatively and slowly reached out her hand.

“Qi Song, take a good look…” she said gently. “I’m Jiejie.”

Her hand touched the young woman’s hair, which was spread across the bedsheet. Her fingertips caressed it, carefully feeling the silky smooth texture.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, or why you’re struggling with what’s real and what’s fake.” Yu Luo spoke slowly, her palm finally coming to rest on the crown of Qi Song’s head.

She kneaded it with practiced ease, her fingers weaving through the strands of hair, the pads of her fingers gently massaging Qi Song’s scalp. “But if you’re not sure what’s real or fake, you don’t have to be so hard on yourself.”

“Even if this is fake…” Her eyes held a vast, warm tolerance. “You look so incredibly tired in your heart.”

“Even if you just rest in the arms of a fake me for a little while, it’s okay.”

Qi Song’s already red eyes grew teary again.

She remained silent the whole time, her vision quickly blurring with tears, which she promptly wiped away with her hand.

Blurring, then wiping, over and over.

Throughout this, she kept her gaze fixed on Yu Luo, as if afraid that tears would obscure her vision and she would no longer be able to see her face.

It reminded Yu Luo of many years ago, on the day she was going to “adopt” Qi Song.

She had asked Qi Song if she was willing to have a small home with her. At that time, Qi Song had also been unable to control her tears like this, raising her hand to wipe them away repeatedly. She had told her she could cry more slowly, but Qi Song had immediately shaken her head, saying through sobs, “But I want to look at you.”

In this similarity that spanned so many years, an indescribable feeling of being moved surged through Yu Luo’s heart.

Her little dog had never changed.

Yu Luo pressed her lips together. Her fingertips withdrew from Qi Song’s hair and moved down to gently stroke the damp corners of her eyes.

As she moved, her wrist pressed down on the edge of the quilt covering Qi Song, revealing the lower half of her face.

Only then did she discover that the young woman had been biting her lower lip the entire time, so hard that she had broken the skin and beads of blood were already welling up.

Yu Luo’s fingers stiffened. Her eyes were seared by the sight of that rich, fresh red, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.

What on earth had Qi Song been through?

This feeling was like finding the little dog she had brought home and carefully tamed with love for many years, only to have it go missing for two years and then be found again, its once glossy coat now coarse and messy, its temperament timid and sensitive.

Yu Luo felt a heart-stopping pain.

She forced herself to maintain a calm expression, but tears flowed like the blood in her heart. She held back, not daring to ask questions easily, worried she might touch a raw nerve in the person before her who was already trapped in anxiety.

She could only let Qi Song stare at her, constantly seeking confirmation with her eyes.

A long time later, Qi Song finally, slowly, released her lip.

She lifted the quilt, enveloping Yu Luo completely in its warmth. Then she shifted her body, her hand moving to the woman’s waist and back, holding her tight.

“…You, you seem to be real,” Qi Song said in a hoarse voice.

Her head buried in the crook of her neck, she closed her eyes and carefully nuzzled with the tip of her nose, taking a light sniff.

Her lips pressed lightly, traveling up along the line of her neck.

Her own lower lip was broken from biting it, and it hurt a little as it brushed against the wound while she kissed Yu Luo.

But she kissed without the slightest pause.

In that pain and the delicate touch of the woman’s skin on her lips, she seemed to be able to gradually find her way back to Yu Luo and to herself.

A trail of delicate kisses passed Yu Luo’s chin and continued to spread.

Methodically, she placed light kisses on Yu Luo’s cheek, the tip of her nose, her forehead. While kissing, she also reached out a hand, her fingertips gently caressing to feel.

Yu Luo let her tentatively test and explore, like a little dog recognizing its owner again.

The blood from Qi Song’s lip smeared onto her fair skin, a crimson blush spreading out, possessing a kind of magnificent and fragile beauty.

“Jiejie…” Qi Song murmured lowly, her voice trembling slightly.

She lowered her head and finally, reverently, pressed her lips to Yu Luo’s.

It was a cautious, slow, and light kiss.

But it landed heavily on both of their hearts.

They were both deeply absorbed and serious, feeling each other in the delicate entanglement of their lips.

Yu Luo tasted the saltiness of Qi Song’s tears and the metallic sweetness of the blood on her lip.

This sensory stimulation heightened her sense of confirmation and security from the kiss.

She cradled the back of the person in her arms’ neck, parted her lips slightly, and her tongue gently pressed against Qi Song’s. “Kiss me.”

The next second, Qi Song eagerly kissed her.

Their soft, wet tongues met, tasting the sweetness between each other’s lips and teeth, and a tremor and numbness of finally finding their way home washed over their souls.

Tears fell from both of them in a torrent, blurring on their touching skin and merging into one.

“Jiejie…” Qi Song murmured through sobs, her eyes closed as she kissed. “You’re warm.”

Afterward, she held Yu Luo to calm down, still touching or kissing her from time to time, revealing an insecurity and apprehension born from having found something precious again after a long time of being lost.

In such a quiet and warm embrace, all pain should have melted away, smoothing out every wrinkle on her heart.

But for no reason, sorrow came from within², and she suddenly began to cry and tremble again.

Yu Luo felt that Qi Song was emotionally unstable, as if suffering from major trauma.

Her own heart twisted in pain. She held Qi Song tightly, her hands and feet at a loss as she patted her back.

Any words seemed pale. She could only clumsily use all her strength to offer her embrace.

Finally, Qi Song stopped crying in her arms, clutching the fabric of her collar tightly and saying in a low voice, “Jiejie, I’m a little tired.”

Yu Luo stroked her head. “Rest, then. I’ll hold you.”

Qi Song nuzzled against her with longing, burying herself deeper in her embrace and closing her eyes.

Yu Luo’s gaze lost focus. In an embrace she hadn’t even imagined a few hours ago, her mind couldn’t help but go blank, unable to think about anything.

She just repeatedly tried to feel the strength with which Qi Song was holding her.

The air grew quiet, and everything settled down as calmly as if the dust had settled on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

They were just a stable couple, relying on and accompanying each other while one of them was going through a differentiation period.

Then, less than a minute later, Qi Song suddenly woke with a start, lifting her head from the crook of her neck to look straight at her.

Intense panic and apprehension once again surfaced in the young woman’s eyes.

Her hand that didn’t have the IV in it hurriedly reached up to Yu Luo’s cheek, caressing it meticulously for a while before some semblance of calm returned to her eyes.

—She couldn’t even relax while resting, having to repeatedly confirm her existence.

A lump formed in Yu Luo’s throat, and she was a beat too slow in getting the words out. “Don’t be afraid, Jiejie is here.”

Qi Song hummed a low “mm,” then leaned over to peck a light kiss on her cheek.

Yu Luo hesitated for a moment, finally unable to resist asking, “What on earth happened? Can Jiejie share the burden with you?”

This question seemed to sting Qi Song’s currently sensitive and fragile heart.

A flustered resistance appeared in her eyes.

Yu Luo immediately surrendered, patting her head soothingly, her voice as gentle as water. “I won’t ask. Tell me when you’re ready. There’s no rush.”

Qi Song’s lips moved, as if she was in a difficult position.

She gazed at Yu Luo, then after a moment, she spoke. “Where is… when and where is this?”

Yu Luo froze.

With that bizarre question, a thought suddenly struck her: the Qi Song before her didn’t seem to be the same one who had left her body two years ago.

She came from the future.

It was because she had experienced that future incident that Ah Ran had always refused to speak of that Qi Song had just now shown such aggressive vigilance and defensiveness, such pathological anxiety and sensitivity, and had broken down crying in front of her, repeatedly confirming her existence.

With this guess, Yu Luo suppressed the five flavors mixed and scattered³ in her heart and answered Qi Song’s question seriously. “In the year I turned 26, you left this body, and the one-year-old Taotao entered my life. I just turned 28 not long ago. Today, you suddenly entered your differentiation period and came to the hospital. Before we entered the ward, it was still Ah Ran who was in control of your body…”

Qi Song listened in a daze, a flash of realization crossing her eyes.

“…I’m sorry, don’t be afraid.” A sigh escaped in her eyes. She lowered her head and pressed her cheek against Yu Luo’s, murmuring with heartache, “That must have frightened you back then.”

“These two years have been very hard, haven’t they?” Qi Song repeated. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be back soon…”

Yu Luo’s expression instantly froze.

“Aren’t you already back?”

Qi Song shook her head. “I haven’t found you yet…”

Only then did Yu Luo realize that the light in Qi Song’s eyes was far from being as vibrant and strong as when she had rushed out of the ward just now, and her voice was much weaker too.

It was as if her brief return was just an accident, and at this moment, she was slowly draining from the body and would eventually leave completely.

A great panic suddenly rose in her heart. “You’re leaving?”

Tears instantly welled up in Yu Luo’s eyes, and she pleaded through sobs, “Don’t go, okay? Don’t abandon me again… I need you…”

Qi Song looked at her with pity, her fingertips wiping away her tears with the utmost gentleness. “Jiejie, wait for me a little longer. I’ll be able to find you soon.”

“Don’t be afraid, I will definitely come back.”

“If, when I come back, I forget you, avoid you, or even misunderstand you with malicious and twisted thinking…”

She paused, a touch of sorrow coloring her features as she pleaded in a low voice, “I’m begging you, please don’t start disliking me because of it. I won’t be doing it on purpose.”

“Give me a little patience…” Qi Song said. “I will find myself again for you.”

Outside the window, the deep twilight gradually faded, about to blend into the somber colors of the night.

Qi Song tried hard to gaze at Yu Luo with eyes that were already somewhat unfocused. “Remember—”

“I will always love you, more deeply than you can imagine.”

“Oh, right.” Her voice grew weaker and weaker. “Don’t hate Ah Ran.”

“If you can, give her a real hug, Jiejie. She misses you a lot too…”

Her voice echoed by Yu Luo’s ear, lightly striking the walls of the hospital room, the final sound quickly shattering without a trace.

Qi Song slowly closed her eyes.

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