WTYTIAAN Chapter 251

Yan Yunqing had no idea that the Blue Star China was holding meeting after meeting because of him. Before he could even say anything after rescuing the Scarlet Smoke Squad, he was hit in the face by a gust of wind.

The next second, the person he had been struggling with how to meet appeared before him.

Like a dazzling golden ray tearing through the dark clouds in the sky, pouring down, illuminating this ruined city shrouded in the shadows of war.

And in the center of the hurricane, an extremely familiar figure appeared.

A head of golden hair as radiant as the sun, strands of hair blown by the hurricane, dancing wildly, like golden threads woven from sunlight, each strand sparkling with tiny lights, setting off that face as even more sacred. His features were like a meticulously crafted work of art, so delicate and refined that one could not find a single flaw.

If Diwick and Barros’ faces were handsome in a very distinctive way, their masculinity impossible to hide, then the person standing in front of Yan Yunqing at this moment was beautiful enough to make people ignore his gender. When those light golden eyes gazed at you, it seemed as if hymns of praise were ringing in your ears.

Theodore.

A creation from the God of Light, an angel born from every ray of dawn.

Not far away, from the Scarlet Smoke Squad came sounds of gasping, seemingly shocked by the sudden appearance of Theodore, or perhaps marveling at Theodore’s beauty.

Yan Yunqing’s gaze, however, went past that outrageously beautiful face and landed on Theodore’s back, on what should have been three pairs of six wings, each feather so beautiful that it could be kept as a bookmark or even placed in a glass case for safekeeping.

But now only three lonely wings remained, not even paired, and the remaining wings were covered with terrifying scars. The traces left by powerful magical creatures were unique, and even a creature of light element like Theodore found it difficult to completely heal the marks left by the wounds…

Wait?

Why do these wounds look so fresh?

How did Theodore get hurt? When did he get hurt…

Just as the thought turned over in his mind, Yan Yunqing felt that the aura of light was rushing straight at him. He subconsciously wanted to resist, but realized that the aura of light did not carry a trace of hostility, but was very warm, warm enough to make people want to sink into that sun-like embrace…

Yan Yunqing bit his tongue to keep himself conscious, but was still embraced by Theodore.

It was a very intimate posture.

Yan Yunqing only felt a warm breath with a strange floral fragrance enveloping him. That was Theodore’s unique feeling, mixed with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers on the Floating Island and the coolness of the morning dew, wisps and strands invading his nose along his hair and clinging to his body.

Those hands wrapped around his waist, and his neck sank as a golden head buried itself in his shoulder. Then, his wings folded, enveloping Yan Yunqing’s entire body. He didn’t know if it was the soft feathers on the wings touching his skin, or Theodore’s breath falling on his neck, bringing a tingling sensation that made Yan Yunqing tremble involuntarily.

Yan Yunqing also subconsciously reached out, but froze in mid-air. Being held like this, he didn’t know whether to push away or hug back like Theodore. In that instant, Theodore’s arms tightened once again, as if to embed him deeply in his embrace.

Yan Yunqing only felt that his face… no, not just his face, his body was faintly burning, and although Theodore had the scent of sunshine, the place where they touched had an icy feeling, making him want to get closer – closer.

So close that their breaths mingled, and even their heartbeats seemed to gradually intertwine, gradually synchronizing.

Theodore held him very tightly, like a small beast lost in the dark, finally seeing the dawn ahead, even with his wings, and even with a trace of magic.

“…Theodore.” Yan Yunqing finally followed the secret thoughts in his heart and hugged Theodore back, his hand falling on the golden hair behind Theodore, feeling it silky smooth, like a piece of fine silk.

So Theodore’s hair felt like this.

Yan Yunqing thought.

When he was playing “Demon King,” he had also entered dreams many times, entering this world, and his countless interactions with his subordinates had also really happened, but at that time he only regarded all of this as a dream, and never believed in the truth of it all.

Because this was a grand and absurd world, that was the only time after losing his parents’ protection that he could laugh wantonly and flamboyantly. He could rely on his heart to walk out a miraculous path in the midst of chaotic wars. In an ordinary and ordinary world, he encountered another brilliant life.

He followed his parents’ last wishes, refusing to take the same dangerous path, and secretly wanted to do something to attract attention. Among all the futures, he chose the most watched profession, and studied professional acting for this purpose.

If everything went according to plan, he would probably already be standing on the stage, attracting the shadows in the dark.

Until he really came to this world—

Yan Yunqing had also touched the hair of other angels, but none of the angels’ hair was as smooth as Theodore’s, like silk.

“Theodore,” Yan Yunqing called again.

“…I’m here.”

Theodore’s throat, as if kissed by God, responded, “My King, I have always been here.”

Wasn’t there a saying that angels are the creatures closest to God?

They were so close that Yan Yunqing could clearly see Theodore’s light golden eyelashes fluttering slightly like dancing butterflies when he spoke.

Meeting those clear golden eyes that seemed to be able to see the bottom, Yan Yunqing only felt a sense of unreality, as if separated by a lifetime.

“Long time no see, Theodore.”

Time changed, and the prosperous Eternal Empire of the past became a ruined city, layers of accumulated ash like ashes burned by a great fire, burying the scalding past. The estuary of fate stirred up countless waves, and each small fish swam to the stream that belonged to them.

Across the distance of a thousand years and two worlds, the souls that had once been scattered could actually meet again.

Wasn’t this also a kind of miracle?