A Dramatic Transmigration

Part 7

14

Half a month later.

Huo Zi An's injury had improved a lot.

But his arm was still not very mobile.

"Ah—"

I scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth.

Huo Zi An stared at me without blinking.

I couldn't stand it, "Is there something on my face?"

Huo Zi An: "I still really want to know, who did you intend to choose back then?"

He had been asking this question ever since he woke up.

Once a day, very persistent.

I rolled my eyes, "Does it matter? We're all safe now."

Huo Zi An nodded, "It's very important. If you had chosen me, I think I would have been very happy."

He unexpectedly threw a direct confession at me, catching me off guard and startling me.

My hand shook, and the porridge spilled on his clothes.

Me: "..."

Huo Zi An laughed, "You're flustered?"

Me: "Flustered my ass."

Huo Zi An: "You're definitely flustered."

Me: "I'm not going to bother with you."

Huo Zi An leaned his face close to mine, "You were indeed flustered."

This round ended with my face red and me fleeing in defeat.

Huo Zi An was too difficult to deal with.

15

Passing by the intensive care unit, I couldn't help but glance inside.

He Mu Sheng lay there, covered in tubes.

But he was still alive.

After He Mu Sheng got shot, the system notified me that my mission progress had reached 49%.

Anyway, the original ending of He Mu Sheng being blown up by a gas cylinder had been changed.

The system hadn't confirmed my mission success, probably because it depended on He Mu Sheng's final fate.

He was severely injured this time, whether he could survive depended on the next few days.

And my fate would be revealed then too.

...

When Huo Zi An was discharged, I came to pick him up.

I helped re-bandage his arm.

He still looked at me without moving.

I tried to sound casual, "Huo Zi An, be careful when you go on missions in the future."

Huo Zi An smiled, "Why? Worried about me?"

I ignored his teasing tone, looking back at him seriously, "Yes, a little worried."

I've lost count of how many times I've deliberately avoided acknowledging that Huo Zi An is a fictional character.

But at this moment, he felt more real to me than most people I've met.

So my concern for his safety was genuine.

Huo Zi An stared at me, his emotions complicated.

I tied the bandage on his arm into a beautiful bow.

"All done!"

"I'm really good at this!"

I looked up at him, and he bent down to kiss me.

It was brief.

I was stunned.

Huo Zi An turned away, coughing awkwardly, "Nice bandage, it's your reward."

I wanted to laugh, but the smile that formed was more like a grimace.

Huo Zi An panicked.

"Don't cry!" He quickly wiped my tears, "It's my fault, I was too hasty. Hit me if you want?"

I fell into his arms, my voice muffled.

"You're great."

"I'm just... reluctant."

...

While talking.

The hospital corridor became chaotic, doctors and nurses rushing to the ICU.

"Patient in ICU 1 has no vital signs!"

"Hurry! Someone come!"

Outside was chaotic, but I felt calm.

Just now, when He Mu Sheng's heart stopped, the system in my mind activated.

"Plot progress reminder, plot progress reminder, major character ending modification progress at 65%, mission successful, host will return to the real world soon."

"Countdown begins, ten, nine, eight..."

The countdown continued in my mind.

I looked up at Huo Zi An, pulling him down by his collar.

Then kissed him on the lips.

Again, it was brief.

"Four, three—"

"Huo Zi An, thank you, and, I like you."

"Two—"

"One—"

"Beep—"

As the system's voice disappeared, my mind buzzed.

My vision blurred, and the last thing I saw before everything went dark was Huo Zi An's panicked face...