【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 481 [Empire] Considerate

The song in my dream gradually became clearer. It was the melody my mother often hummed when I was a child. It was soft, warm, and brought a familiar sense of comfort. Every note seemed to be wrapped in the warmth of memory, making me relax involuntarily, as if I had returned to a simpler, carefree time.

In my dreams, I still see my mother. Although blurry, I can still feel her warm embrace. Her smile is always so reassuring. Whenever I'm hurt or unhappy, she'll hum this song, transporting me into a carefree dream. In that moment, I feel like I've found my support and the peace I once had.

I smiled in my dream, gently closing my eyes, feeling my mother's presence. This warm memory still pierces time and space, giving me strength and comfort. Perhaps, no matter where I am, the deepest warmth in my heart will always guide me forward.

Half asleep and half awake, my gaze unconsciously focused on Qianmo's profile. His features appeared especially soft and distinct in the dim light, and there was a silent comfort hidden between his brows. In that moment, it felt as if all my fatigue had been quietly soothed away.

His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he were lost in thought even in his dreams. His face, usually calm and expressionless, now held a touch of tenderness. The air was so still that one could hear one's own heartbeat, and he stood there quietly, seemingly guarding something, perhaps waiting for something.

I don't know if I was lost in a dream, but that moment of peace made me feel a kind of dependence I'd never experienced before. Although there are many unsolved mysteries between us, and although I don't have clear answers, I know that at least in this moment, Qianmo's presence is like a stabilizing force, preventing me from getting lost in this challenging interstellar world.

I moved slightly, trying to get closer to that familiar figure, but I was afraid to disturb his sleep. So, I gently closed my eyes, letting the quiet and warmth slowly blend into my dreams.

I don’t know how long I slept.

Maybe it was a few hours, maybe a few minutes. Time seemed unimportant at that moment, as if swallowed up by the peaceful atmosphere. My body remained immersed in a state of exhaustion and comfort. My mind was free of complex thoughts, only a sense of calm and presence, as if I were just an ordinary student, temporarily free from the chaos of the outside world.

Slowly, my consciousness gradually became clear. I could feel the warmth still surrounding me, and the atmosphere around me was also very stable. I opened my eyes, and the environment in front of me had not changed much. It was still the familiar dormitory, and Qianmo was still sitting beside me, looking at me quietly.

I stared at him, a bit bewildered, my consciousness still not fully restored. Qianmo seemed to notice my gaze, turned around, and smiled faintly. In that moment, I realized that the power I relied on was always there, quietly and firmly protecting me.

I lay in bed without moving, and he didn't urge me to get up.

There seemed to be a quiet, tacit understanding in the air. There was no urgency or anxiety, only a sense of calm and naturalness. I lay in bed, closed my eyes, and felt as if I had returned to the peaceful state I had at the beginning, no longer having to deal with any troubles.

Qianmo's presence was still there, silently guarding me. Although he didn't speak, he was there, like a solid support that could give me a sense of security.

I knew that at this moment, I could temporarily let go of all the pressure and not force myself to face any problems. Perhaps this is what I need most in this military school life - a quiet, expectation-free space that allows me to rest briefly and restore my energy.

I didn't move, nor did I intend to. Simply existing quietly in this space was enough.

I fell asleep again in a daze.

This time, I slept exceptionally deeply, as if entering a boundless dream. It was so quiet I could almost hear my own heartbeat. In the dream, all the stress and confusion were cast far away, leaving only warmth and tranquility.

The scenes in my dreams were blurry yet clear, sometimes they were scenes from my childhood home, sometimes they were places both strange and familiar. Everything seemed to be enveloped in a soft light, warm and peaceful, and those troubled thoughts gradually faded away like a tide.

When I woke up again, the light from the window was already softly filtering in. The first rays of morning sun shone into the room, illuminating the corners where people were sleeping. I was still lying in bed, and there was no strong sense of oppression around me, only a sense of security wrapped in gentleness.

"Are you hungry?" He asked softly in my ear.

I slowly opened my eyes, my vision blurry, and looked at Qianmo, who was standing beside the bed. He had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with clear concern. The sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, and the interweaving of light and shadow seemed to coat him with a layer of warm light.

"Hmm..." I replied softly, my voice still a little hoarse, obviously having just emerged from a dream. My head was still groggy and my body hadn't fully recovered.

He nodded gently, as if sensing my discomfort, and turned to get the food he had already prepared. His movements were gentle and practiced, as if he was used to taking care of others. The aroma of food filled the air, and I felt a sense of comfort, but also a sense of guilt.

"You have taken care of me a lot, Qianmo." I struggled to raise my upper body, feeling an indescribable complex emotion in my heart.

He didn't answer, but just smiled slightly, put the plate beside the bed, and said softly: "Eat something."

I looked at the warm food, was silent for a moment, then slowly reached out and picked up one of the bowls, and suddenly a feeling of touching and warmth surged in my heart.

I sipped the porridge slowly, steam rising from the bowl, a warm feeling spreading from my throat to my entire body. Each mouthful felt like moistening parched earth, and my body slowly regained some strength. I couldn't help but lower my head, avoiding Qianmo's concerned eyes. Honestly, I wasn't very good at accepting such meticulous care, especially from someone like him, who seemed to silently shoulder everything without asking for anything in return.

He didn't rush me, but stood quietly by the bed, occasionally gently adjusting the pillow next to me, as if trying his best to make me feel more comfortable.

The air was so quiet as if there was an invisible barrier. We were silent, and only my occasional cough and the sound of a spoon broke the silence.

"Qianmo..." I suddenly spoke, my voice a little weak, but at that moment, I felt a little unsure how to start. "Thank you."

He paused slightly, as if stunned for a moment, and then responded in a low voice: "It's okay." His voice was light, but with a hint of warmth, "I'm relieved that you can get better."

My heart tightened, I pursed my lips slightly, continued to drink my porridge with my head down, and didn't dare to look at him again.

He placed two packs of women's products next to my pillow, quickly turned his back, and his ears slowly turned red.

I watched him turn quickly, my heartbeat quickening, the air thickening. The two packages of feminine products lay quietly beside my pillow, testament to the delicate atmosphere between us.

Qianmo's cheeks were already lightly flushed, and even the tips of his ears were slightly warm. I could sense his discomfort and nervousness at that moment, as if there were things he had never revealed to him before, or something he had never had to deal with in this way before.

I didn't pick up the things immediately. Instead, I quietly watched him standing there with his back to me, like some untouchable presence. Regardless, he was already very attentive. That unwilling silence was the space he wanted to create for me, perhaps also due to his own uneasiness and helplessness.

"Thank you." I spoke softly, my voice a little hoarse, but still full of gratitude.

He turned his back to me and replied softly, "You're welcome."

After a while, he seemed to calm down a little, turned around, but he still couldn't look me in the eye: "I...I'll go wait outside, can you handle it yourself?"

After he said this, he quickly lowered his head, as if he wanted to hide himself completely in the stiff air.

I couldn't help but smile slightly. Even though I was very weak right now, this care and consideration really made me feel warm.

"I'm not doing it in the room... I'm going to the bathroom." I looked at him with some amusement.

Qianmo's cheeks flushed again, and his eyes quickly avoided mine, as if he didn't know how to respond. "Yes... yes, I know." His voice was a little low, as if he was trying to calm himself down, but couldn't help but feel nervous.

I couldn't help but chuckle, a warm feeling welling up inside me. His awkwardness somehow gave me a sense of unspoken familiarity. Perhaps he wasn't as composed as he appeared. In reality, he was just a young boy striving in this world, like me, harboring hidden thoughts.

"I'm fine." I said with a smile, "You go and do your work first, you don't have to stay here all the time."

He nodded, his face already showing a hint of anxiety, as if he was worried that staying here any longer would make the atmosphere more awkward. As he turned around, he muttered under his breath, "I'll wait for you outside."

The door closed gently, leaving the room empty. The air was still filled with his warmth. I breathed a sigh of relief. Although my body wasn't feeling well, I felt strangely at peace.

After getting myself ready, I stood in front of the mirror and fixed my hair, trying to look more refreshed. While I was still a little weak, at least I wasn't as immobilized as before. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Qianmo was still standing there, looking a little anxious, but his expression instantly relaxed when he saw me.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's okay." I gave him a faint smile. Although the smile was a little forced, it was enough to comfort him. "I just feel a little uncomfortable. I'll be fine after a rest."

He nodded, still standing there, looking a little worried. After a few seconds, he spoke again: "If you're going anywhere, remember to tell me."

I felt a little warm in my heart when I saw his worried look. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Qianmo was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded gently and watched me walk out. Although he didn't say much, I knew that this concern was the most sincere expression for him.

Although my body hadn't fully recovered yet, I couldn't avoid training. I took a deep breath and told myself I had to keep going, no matter what. Military academy training wasn't just a physical challenge; it was also a test of the will. No amount of discomfort was a reason to give up.

When I walked onto the training ground, several students were already warming up. The atmosphere was tense and vibrant. I changed into my gym clothes, silently telling myself that all this was for a stronger me. Although I hadn't fully adapted yet, I had to quickly rediscover my former resilience.

Qianmo stood by, seemingly noticing my condition. He looked a little worried, but he didn't speak to remind me. He knew I didn't like being noticed too much, especially in situations like this.

Training began, and I tried my best to keep up with the pace, feeling every vibration of my muscles and every quickening of my breath. Although the feeling of physical exhaustion still lingered, the long-lost sense of strength and the desire for self-transcendence made me forget the discomfort and immerse myself in the rhythm of training.

Every time you sweat, it is a challenge to yourself.

Whenever I felt unwell, I'd secretly look up at Qianmo. He didn't say anything, but his eyes revealed a hint of concern. Whenever I felt a little tired or running out of energy, he'd quietly walk over to me, pull a few candies from his pocket, and slip them into my hands. The sweetness seemed to instantly restore some energy.

I secretly looked at him, feeling a little touched, but I didn't want him to notice. After all, I didn't want to rely on anyone, especially at such a critical moment. I secretly put the candy in my mouth and tried to concentrate on training, trying to hide my physical discomfort.

However, he seemed to see it very clearly. Whenever I moved a little slower, he would quietly hand me some candy, as if he knew that at this time, these insignificant candies would be the warmest encouragement for me.

Every time I swallowed that candy and the sweetness spread across my tongue, I couldn't help but smile. Although I didn't know how Qianmo had noticed my discomfort in those details, he always insisted on doing it this way, as if a tacit understanding had been established invisibly.

After training, I always feel drained. Every muscle in my body protests, and fatigue washes over me like a tidal wave. While I understand that this training is meant to prepare me for the upcoming tasks, the exhaustion I feel after each session still leaves me feeling a bit distraught.

Especially in this state of physical discomfort, the daily hard training made me feel breathless and anxious. Even though Qianmo would quietly pass on candy and show concern every time, the fatigue would eventually make me almost breathless.

I tried to force myself to relax as much as possible after training, take a short walk and breathe some fresh air, but my legs always felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and my steps were extremely difficult.

Whenever this happens, I can't help but feel the urge to give up. But I know that giving up is not my thing, especially now that I am burdened with so many responsibilities and expectations.

I returned to the dormitory at night and collapsed on the bed. The feeling of complete exhaustion made me not even want to move. I could only bury my head in the pillow, letting every inch of muscle in my body tense and enjoying a moment of tranquility.

But Qianmo would come over again, looking at my exhausted face. Although he didn't say anything, I could always sense his subtle worry. That kind of concern was like a warm current, quietly flowing deep in my cold heart.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and told myself: Hold on a little longer, at least there is tomorrow, and tomorrow will be better.