Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 42

Before Yan Liu could react, Ji Yilian had already scooped her up and started walking forward.

Like a wounded little bird, Yan Liu tried to flutter her small wings, but Ji Yilian’s voice cut through the air, cold and clear.

“Don’t move. It’ll hurt more if you try to walk yourself.”

Those words were enough to make the pain-averse girl abandon her struggle.

Yan Liu felt utterly hopeless.

She was so aggrieved she wanted to cry.

Well, she was already crying, unable to hold back the tears from the intense pain.

But these were physiological tears, not tears born of emotional distress.

There was a difference.

Leaning against Ji Yilian’s chest, Yan Liu felt the orchid scent grow stronger.

It was as if she had fallen into a sea of flowers, each petal overflowing with fragrance, enveloping her completely and even easing the pain in her ankle.

“It’s all your fault…”

Her small mouth puckered, her voice choked with tears.

For some reason, she just wanted to lash out at Ji Yilian.

Seeing Ji Yilian’s beautiful face made Yan Liu want to be angry. She was angry that Ji Yilian hadn’t treated Green Plum well, which had led to Yan Liu’s time-traveling mission to win her over.

She was also angry that Ji Yilian had been so kind as to take her training late at night, which had resulted in today’s incident. Yan Liu had twisted her ankle trying to show off and now had to curl up in Ji Yilian’s arms like a little turtle, writhing in pain.

Waaah, it’s all Ji Yilian’s fault!

Yan Liu knew her blame was irrational and unreasonable, but she couldn’t help feeling wronged.

So consumed by her grievances, she didn’t even notice that the place Ji Yilian had brought her was less than five hundred meters from the official Alliance office building assigned to her today. Both were located in the bustling heart of the city.

It wasn’t until Ji Yilian led her into an all-white building, passed through identity verification checkpoints, and was surrounded by security personnel that Yan Liu realized they weren’t at the Academy at all.

Clinging to Ji Yilian’s sleeve, she whispered, “Where are we?”

Ji Yilian replied, “My training facility.”

Ji Yilian took Yan Liu directly to her own floor and carried the girl to the Medical Pod.

She tapped the “Repair and Treatment Mode” button, preparing to have Yan Liu lie down.

But as Ji Yilian straightened up to leave, Yan Liu, who should have been lying still for the Medical Pod’s scan and treatment, grabbed her arm.

“Wait…”

Yan Liu looked exactly like the stray kittens Ji Yilian used to rescue before her transmigration. Terrified of being placed in a carrier for a trip to the vet, they would cling to their rescuer’s clothes with their claws.

Those dewy, almond-shaped eyes now reflected a primal fear and anxiety.

Ji Yilian even detected a hint of attachment in them.

Her heart softened as if gently bumped by something, and she couldn’t resist leaning down, following the pull of Yan Liu’s grip on her arm, and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Yan Liu didn’t answer, her lips pressed into a thin line, her almond eyes shimmering with a lively, watery sheen.

Since Yan Liu remained silent, Ji Yilian didn’t rush her. She simply rested her hand on the Medical Pod, leaning down to gaze at the girl.

“It’s just a sprain. It’ll be healed in ten minutes. You won’t feel any pain soon.”

The Medical Pods provided by the Alliance for each S-Class Alpha were quite effective, quickly healing minor injuries and aches.

Hearing this, Yan Liu loosened her grip on Ji Yilian’s arm, but remained silent.

She glanced back at the Medical Pod behind her, hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “…I don’t want to lie down alone…”

She was afraid.

Watching others lie in the Medical Pods hadn’t bothered her. But now that it was her turn, she realized the pod was completely sealed. If the lid closed, she would feel like… she was inside a coffin.

The mere thought of that word made Yan Liu’s heart race faster, her chest tightening with discomfort, fear, and terror.

Images flashed through her mind: her parents lying in similar pods when she was a child.

She had been too young to remember those scenes clearly.

But the overwhelming grief and wailing at their funeral had left an indelible mark on her memory, a visceral memory that remained vivid even in adulthood.

Now, she could recall every detail with painful clarity.

Remembering those details meant reliving the pain.

After death, lying in such a cramped and suffocating space, wouldn’t it feel stifling?

So many people came to say goodbye.

Yan Liu found herself drenched in a cold sweat, her palms clammy.

She desperately wanted to escape the medical pod. The clearer the memories flooded back, the worse her condition became.

The pain from her sprained ankle alone couldn’t explain her pallor, as if the sky were collapsing around her. She was gripped by terror, yearning to hide.

Ji Yilian, standing so close, felt like an umbrella shielding her from the storm. Yan Liu instinctively wanted to cling to her.

In an instant, Ji Yilian noticed Yan Liu’s distress.

Without hesitation, she leaned down and lifted the girl out of the medical pod, cradling her in her arms.

Yan Liu immediately buried her face in Ji Yilian’s chest like a frightened ostrich, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck, shrinking into her embrace.

Her heart raced like a fledgling bird with broken wings, fallen into human hands, its chest pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from its throat.

This wasn’t due to shyness or any other emotion, but pure terror.

Ji Yilian’s Spiritual Power swept across the girl’s body, instinctively searching for the source of Yan Liu’s overwhelming fear.

After scanning the delicate, slender frame, she found only a blockage in the ankle meridians; the rest of her body appeared normal.

The girl had never clung to her so desperately before.

No, it would be more accurate to say that Yan Liu’s Second Personality was showing her such vulnerability for the first time.

Ji Yilian had observed that the original Yan Liu never dared to meet anyone’s gaze. She always hunched her shoulders, spoke in a soft, evasive voice, and avoided eye contact.

Logically, Ji Yilian should have clearer memories of the original Yan Liu. After all, they had known each other for years, spending much of their childhood together. Yet when she tried to recall her, she always felt as if there was a veil between them, the details remaining hazy and indistinct.

That Yan Liu had been gentle, clingy, and kind, but lacked any real vitality.

Sometimes, Ji Yilian felt that if she took just a few more steps forward, Yan Liu would slowly fade from her memory altogether.

But then, the Second Personality Yan Liu had appeared.

The girl curled up in her arms, her face glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her almond-shaped eyes filled with helplessness—every aspect of Yan Liu drew Ji Yilian in, captivating her attention completely.

It was as if Yan Liu were veiled in a mysterious aura.

Ji Yilian longed to gently lift that veil and glimpse her true self. But the girl resisted, forcing her to admire from a distance, maintaining a respectful distance.

After carrying Yan Liu away from the Medical Pod, the girl in her arms gradually calmed, her trembling subsiding.

Yan Liu took a few deep breaths, then realized her current position in Ji Yilian’s arms. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she murmured, “Put me down.”

How foolish of me, she thought. To associate the Medical Pod with a coffin…

How awful.

She hated losing control in front of others, revealing such a vulnerable and pathetic side of herself.

Yan Liu hung her head, utterly dispirited.

Forget tomorrow’s Arena match, she thought. I don’t want to think about anything right now. I just want to be an ostrich and bury my head in the sand.

In her dejection, she felt a gentle pat on her head.

Yan Liu looked up, her eyes rimmed with red, her lips pressed together like a wounded kitten.

“Do you think I’m funny?”

Ji Yilian’s gaze was calm and gentle, like a fathomless lake. Its waters remained undisturbed year after year, silently cradling all the creatures beneath its surface. It had weathered great storms and witnessed flocks of birds soaring across its expanse.

“No,” she murmured, her voice carrying a soothing, steadying quality.

Yan Liu felt strangely comforted.

“Why are you patting my head?”

The girl’s voice still trembled with tears, her dejected state utterly endearing.

Ji Yilian heard her own voice, calm but with a hint of forced composure.

“Because you’re cute.”

She had never imagined she could say something like that with such earnestness.

Holding an Omega in her arms, comforting her with such words while she was vulnerable and on the verge of tears.

The effect was immediate.

Yan Liu snapped out of her despondency, instantly shifting into a state of flustered indignation.

“Who’s cute?!”

Why was she being patted on the head like a kitten or puppy?

She didn’t need comforting!

Feeling underestimated, the Omega’s beautiful almond eyes blazed with silent fury.

It was precisely this vibrant life force that had always puzzled Ji Yilian.

How could an Omega so perfectly blend fragility and resilience?

“You can think I’m cute too,” Yan Liu said, “and touch me.”

The Alpha, usually aloof and composed in public, casually lowered her head, presenting her exquisite face.

She even grabbed Yan Liu’s hand and placed it on her hair.

“Go ahead,” she said. “I won’t get angry.”