A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Yang An felt like he was lying on scorching rocks. His whole body was burning up, and it felt as though fine needles were grinding against his nerves, causing him to tremble uncontrollably in pain, making him curl up.

He wanted to shout, but his throat felt stuffed with cotton; nothing came out.

Damn, absorbing the energy from twenty-five pieces of "Anchor Source" is going to kill me.

He wasn't sure how much of the energy his body hadn't yet converted. He had even deliberately saved the purest piece of "Anchor Source" for last, praying he wouldn't need to use it.

... But in the end, he had no choice, using it in the last, desperate moment.

The noise around Yang An was overwhelming—buzzing white noise, rustling conversations, like water dripping in a cave.

"... What's the current situation... what next..."

"It's a normal response... Anchor Source... most common..."

"... When do you think he'll wake up..."

"Unclear... depends on the individual..."

"... The high fever isn't breaking... he's convulsing from the pain... is that normal..."

"It's normal..."

"Is there any way..."

"Rest..."

...

Yang An couldn't make out the rest of the conversation. The intense pain seemed to have pierced through his bones, drilled into his marrow, and shredded his blood. He wished he could knock himself unconscious just to escape the pain.

Yet, even as his mind became foggy, his awareness of the pain remained crystal clear.

"Xiao An..." A pair of warm, delicate hands gently brushed over his forehead, cool and soothing.

Yang An's brows instantly relaxed, and he instinctively sought out that cool sensation, curling up and murmuring, "It hurts..."

A trace of heartache flickered across Yu Qingyan's eyes as he brushed away Yang An's bangs and gently wiped the beta's forehead with a handkerchief. Leaning down slightly, he placed a soft kiss on Yang An's dry lips and whispered, "Shh, it won't hurt soon... the pain will go away soon..."

Cradling Yang An's feverish, flushed face, his touch grew increasingly tender. His thumb lightly caressed the corners of Yang An's eyes as he kissed from his lips to his nose, to his brow, and finally to his long, trembling eyelashes. Everything felt like a merciful dream bestowed by Nevatts.

At last, Yu Qingyan rested his forehead against Yang An's, his gray-green eyes filled with waves of deep affection.

"Xiao An, shh, it won't hurt," he sighed softly, his voice trailing with a long, drawn-out tenderness, full of lingering love and affection. "Once the power of the Anchor Source passes, it won't hurt anymore, I promise."

In the midst of his soft reassurances, Yang An strangely found himself feeling much better. The sharp pain in his bones seemed to slowly subside. Without realizing it, he leaned closer to the cool touch and whispered, "Qingyan..."

Yu Qingyan's fingers stilled momentarily, his eyelids fluttered, and he responded in a low voice, "Yes, I'm here. Xiao An... are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

He carefully grasped Yang An's hand, interlocking their fingers tightly.

But after a long while, the beta stopped crying out in pain or calling his name.