A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

"You like Bai Lou's 'Scabbard' series too?" Yin Hangruru's eyes lit up with surprise. "I thought no one else liked these fully manual, vintage mechs like I do."

"Many people probably like them," Yang An replied warmly, smiling. "After all, it's a remodelling of the first-generation mechs. There are always collectors who view it differently."

Yin Hangruru shook his head. "No, no, I'm not talking about appearance. I'm referring to its..." He gestured with his hands. "The operational feel is super cool, isn't it?"

Yang An understood and nodded in agreement. "Indeed, complete manual control has a unique feeling."

"Have you tried it yourself?" Yin Hangruru asked curiously.

Yang An chuckled. "Does the simulation chamber count?"

"Yes, yes, I fell in love with it while operating it in the simulation chamber too." Yin Hangruru looked up with admiration. "If there's a chance next time, I'd love to see a live demonstration."

"..." Yang An was about to reply but suddenly stopped when he saw a familiar figure.

The sudden silence next to him puzzled Yin Hangruru. He turned to see Yang An's gaze fixed on a distant spot, and he had stopped moving.

He followed Yang An's line of sight but saw nothing.

"I've arrived. I might have to go now," Yang An said decisively.

"Oh, okay, goodbye." Yin Hangruru waved.

"Goodbye."

Yang An was about to take a shortcut to the resting place at the stone pillar when Yin Hangruru called him.

"Hey, hey, wait a moment. Let's exchange contact information." Yin Hangruru suddenly remembered something. Seeing Yang An look over, he smiled and lifted his wrist with the light brain device. "We can meet at the training camp the day after tomorrow. Let's give it our best!"

Yang An had no objections, and they quickly exchanged contact details.

"Which Yang, which An?" Yin Hangruru asked as he prepared to note it down.

"Yang with the 'wood' radical, An with the 'black' radical and the sound 'yin'," Yang An replied, looking down.

"Got it."

...

"Qingyan." Yang An quickly walked to the shadowy corner of the wall. As soon as he clearly saw the other person, a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yu Qingyan, seeing the beta come towards him without hesitation, felt his heart lighten a bit, and his brows and eyes softened.

"Little An." He stared at Yang An, his gray-green eyes resembling a shallow lake with gentle ripples.

"Qingyan, does your heart still hurt?" Yang An asked with concern.

Yu Qingyan's fingertips trembled. He wanted to say "it doesn't hurt anymore," but thinking about the scene he had just seen, he pressed his lips together and softly replied, "A little bit."

What is the relationship between the beta and that person? What were they talking about? Why were they so happy? Why were they so close and seemingly intimate?

These questions were like sharp blades cutting through his heart, stabbing it with a bloody wound, making his nerves twitch and sending waves of pain, with dark thoughts surging.

Yu Qingyan slowed his breathing, slowly extended his hand, and looked up at Yang An in silence.

Yang An was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then held the other's hand, beginning to channel his healing power.