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He thought that if he could describe that feeling, it would surely be warmth. But the next moment, the hand that had touched his back was covered in warm, bright red blood. Tan Ming's heart trembled instantly.
Tan Ming grew up in a family with three boys, and being the second child, he was often the one who was overlooked. In his home, his older brother had always been exceptional, while his younger brother received more favoritism. During his rebellious phase, he had strongly resisted this neglect, but his rebellion was seen as a deviation from family norms. Instead of receiving more care, he was met with cold stares.
The impulse that Yan Qing had to give his life for him was a unique feeling, a kind of affection that Tan Ming had never experienced before. At that moment, Tan Ming was deeply shocked—more so than witnessing a volcanic eruption firsthand!
Life was everything to Tan Ming; he would never belittle his own existence for the sake of so-called outsiders, nor would he place himself in a situation with only a one-in-a-hundred chance of survival. This was his principle in dealing with matters and the rule he set for himself in friendships.
However, his rules were not immutable. If there truly existed someone reckless enough to disregard their own life and charge at him without hesitation, he would undoubtedly regard that person as a confidant, a cherished companion.
Outside, Yan Qing lay under a tree, dreaming of Tan Ming. After leaving the restaurant, as Tan Ming had predicted, those mutated plants and animals recognized him as one of their own and did not attack him.
Listening to the howls and roars of those creatures outside, Yan Qing found it impossible to suppress the primal urges lurking deep within him. Their cries resonated with him as if summoned by the same force, driving him into a frenzy where all he could think about was consuming human flesh.
Whenever he tried to suppress the impulses within his consciousness, it felt as if his head were being cleaved open by an axe, causing excruciating pain. He knew only that his awareness was slowly fading; he was becoming increasingly disoriented.
The mutated plants and animals had but one goal: to tear apart humans and devour them. In the end, he became like those beasts—only wanting to eat people.
He screamed wildly outside the restaurant until his voice was hoarse. Yan Qing did not know how long he had been howling at the entrance when suddenly, the last remnants of his suppressed consciousness broke free from its constraints. In that moment of liberation, the beasts turned their attention toward him.
With eyes of various colors and fierce gazes dripping with saliva, they cornered Yan Qing until there was nowhere left for him to retreat. His lucid awareness told him they wanted to shred him to pieces as if to vent their rage before swallowing him whole.
He charged through their massive bodies and ran desperately. He kept running and running while a pack of mutated animals pursued him relentlessly like agile predators on his heels.
He ran to the intersection of Dormitory Building No. 15 in Nanyuan.
In the center of the intersection stood a Plum Blossom Tree, blooming vibrantly. The tree was adorned with bright red plum blossoms, each one resembling a finely crafted piece of art. The petals were as thin as cicada wings, their colors vivid and dripping with life; the red was passionate and pure, as if it were flames burning with vitality. The trunk of the Plum Blossom Tree was dark as ink, exuding an ancient and heavy aura.
The animals that had chased him here dared not advance another step; even their fierce gazes turned fearful. Yan Qing, confused by the scene, instinctively extended his claws and reverently bowed to the Plum Blossom Tree.
The tree trembled slightly, and a petal fell, landing on his head and melting into a wisp of pale pink mist that dissipated into the air. After inhaling the fragrance of the plum blossoms, he fell into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, a soft voice asked him, "Why have you only just arrived? You promised me that when the plum blossoms on the mountain bloomed, you would come to see me. Why have you taken so long?"
Yan Qing wanted to say that he was not the person she had been waiting for all this time. The voice continued, "If you do not come, I will not blame you. I am willing to wait here, no matter how long it takes. For I know you will eventually come, just as I have always thought of you and you have always thought of me."
Yan Qing wanted to ask who she was waiting for, but he could not make a sound. He felt her deep longing but felt like an observer watching a solitary red plum blossom waiting for someone who should arrive.
The voice sighed softly, ethereal and fleeting. After uttering those four words, Yan Qing's consciousness faded away as he sank back into a deep slumber until Tan Ming called out to him, "Yan Qing, it's time to eat."
He jolted awake.
His nose twitched.
It was the scent of a human!
After transforming into a werewolf, his sense of smell had become extraordinarily keen, especially towards human scents. He looked around; the flora and fauna were still undergoing mutations, and danger filled the campus. How could there be a human presence? Who would recklessly venture out?
Yan Qing followed the scent toward the commercial street and at the intersection encountered a sheep.
This sheep had not mutated; it was only the size of an ordinary sheep with soft white wool. It seemed to have noticed Yan Qing as well and turned its head.
The two animals locked eyes. The sheep's gaze sparkled with a gentle light.
The gaze was cool and rational, quite familiar.
Yan Qing pounced onto the sheep, scratching its body a couple of times with his claws, then buried his nose under its neck, sniffing vigorously.
"It's me, Yan Qing," Tan Ming spoke up.
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