ITF Chapter107

His vision spun dynamically; everything happened too fast. Bai Heting couldn’t even register what Luo Congye had shouted, only feeling him lunging over like a cannonball, while something else, wrapped in a piercing cold wind, flew right past them.

The two of them slid several meters across the snow before coming to a stop. His soul barely returned to his body, Luo Congye panted heavily, encircling him in his arms. He glanced back at the concealed arrow that had fallen into the snow, and barked sharply, “How could you space out!”

He wasn’t wearing a helmet, but the light armor on his body was still incredibly heavy, pressing down on Bai Heting like a mountain. Bai Heting felt as though his already aching bones, which felt like they were falling apart, were about to be crushed by this mountain. Yet, this weight brought him a strange sense of reassurance.

He looked up toward the battlefield, where the reinforcing cavalry had already pushed the frontline forward.

The battle was decided.

“You’re so heavy.” He said muffledly.

Luo Congye ignored his complaint, staring intently into his eyes as he scolded again, “How could you space out on a battlefield!”

His tone was fierce, leaving Bai Heting momentarily stunned. Bai Heting wanted to say it was all because of your pheromones, but on second thought, it seemed to have been his own idea to not let Luo Congye use a suppressant patch.

He pursed his lips and didn’t reply. Luo Congye wasn’t waiting for an answer either, his voice raising another notch, “Why aren’t you wearing a helmet?”

Helmets were heavy and inconvenient; Bai Heting simply didn’t have the habit of wearing one. But he had never been aggressively questioned like this before. Frowning, he shot back, “Weren’t you not wearing one either?” He then kicked Luo Congye, “Get up. You’re too heavy.”

Luo Congye propped himself up slightly with his elbows, no longer pressing his entire weight down, but he didn’t get up. Instead, he dropped his head and buried his face into the freezing snow.

It was as if he had instantly deflated.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The volume of these words suddenly dropped, making them barely audible over the sounds of artillery and slaughter.

Bai Heting tilted his head to look at him.

From the Bania Valley to Lake Urdan, he had not followed the prearranged battle plan at all. Setting aside the chaos his self-disclosure had caused within the revolutionary army, their losses here alone had been at least double what had originally been anticipated, all for the sake of capturing Shao Yixiao alive.

He reached up and placed his hand on the back of Luo Congye’s head, stroking from his short black hair down to his cheek, which was frozen cold by the snow. He murmured to him, “Capturing Shao Yixiao alive was necessary. What you can do now is not let them sacrifice themselves in vain.”

But his fingertips were brushed by something wet.

“Are you crying?” He tried to pull Luo Congye’s face up.

Luo Congye didn’t let himself be moved. He turned his head, burying his face into Bai Heting’s blood-stained crook of the neck, and choked out a single word in a hoarse voice, “It hurts.”

Bai Heting tilted his neck to look him over, then ran his hands over his body a few times but found no external injuries.

“Nonsense.” He slapped Luo Congye’s cheek twice, saying sternly, “Stop crying.”

“Bai Heting, I really…” Luo Congye’s brows furrowed tightly, his voice dropping a bit hoarser than before, “Am hurting to death.”

He spoke completely devoid of strength, forcing Bai Heting to take him seriously. “Did you take a fall just now?”

He remembered Luo Congye had shielded him with his arms when they plunged into the snow. Propping himself up slightly, he sought confirmation, “Did you hurt your arm?”

Instead, Luo Congye tightened his arms around him.

The pain in his chest was numbing. Not just his chest, every single part of his body throbbed with a heart-wrenching, agonizing ache. Luo Congye wasn’t afraid of pain. Whether it was practicing pheromone control during his teenage years or being tied up in the dungeon and cut with a knife by Bai Heting four years ago, he had never once feared pain.

Yet at this moment, despite clearly not having a single external wound, he felt like he was hurting to death.

He hated his incompetence from four years ago; he hated his denseness now. He had always wanted to become Bai Heting’s spear and shield, but in the end, he had become his greatest flaw. He had hated Pei Ming for so many years, but in the end, he had done the exact same thing as him.

He had permanently marked an Omega, then abandoned him, and along with him, abandoned…

Luo Congye’s breaths were heavy. With every inhale, his thoracic cavity felt as if it were being torn apart. That crooked knife slash had cut open Bai Heting’s lower abdomen four years ago, and now, it was cutting open his own heart.

“It’s all my fault.”

The tears were cold, but amidst the freezing ice and snow, they carried a warmth that melted the icy slush mixed with blood around Bai Heting’s neck.

Bai Heting suddenly fell quiet.

Eighteen years ago, on the very ground beneath them, he had saved a stubborn, crybaby, yet warm brat. That impulsive and reckless decision had started a story that should never have begun and had unknowingly rewritten his life.

“I knew it…” He sighed softly. “You’d end up crying your eyes out.”

Before setting off, he had left three people behind for Luo Congye in the rear. These three people were the final line of defense for this battle, a line that was impossible to breach. Except, holding this line of defense demanded a price that would make a person wish they were dead.

He raised one hand to place it on Luo Congye’s back while wrapping his other arm around him as well. “I made a miscalculation. But I did my best.” Tilting his head close to Luo Congye’s ear, he said calmly and nonchalantly, “You did your best too.”

Four years ago, he had only accepted it after Bai Jiashu drank from the wine cup first. What he never saw coming was that the drug had been applied to the cup itself by Bai Jiashu.

Everything that had died could no longer be redeemed, but both Luo Congye and he were still alive.

As long as they were alive, the story could go on.

“Why are you still such a crybaby?” He patted Luo Congye’s back, warning him in a deep voice, “Stop crying. I don’t have the strength to beat you up right now.”

Luo Congye lifted his head from the crook of his neck.

His eyes were red and swollen, the tips of his hair dusted with snow, and his handsome face was smudged with the bloodstains from Bai Heting’s body. This disheveled appearance reminded Bai Heting of that brat from eighteen years ago, the brat who had reached out his short arms to give him a warm embrace.

That embrace felt as though it had just happened yesterday.

In the blink of an eye, his brat had grown up.

Luo Congye raised a hand, wiping away a bloodstain on Bai Heting’s cheek before cupping his face.

The ice trembled continuously under the bombardment of artillery.

Amidst the flames of war, in a pool of blood, at the place where the story had begun, Luo Congye lowered his head; inappropriately, yet as if no one else existed—

And kissed his moon.

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