Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL] Chapter 225 - I’ll live for you

"I’m from the future."

The words barely left Yunfeng’s lips, but once they did, they hung heavily in the room, pressing down on everything.

He refused to look up at Muchen. He couldn’t. His eyes were locked on the twisted bed sheets, on his trembling fingers curled around the spare shirt Muchen had used to cover him. His pride, once bold and teasing, was gone. His heart was bare now—terrifyingly exposed.

"I... I was reborn here," he whispered, the confession barely audible over the thundering in his ears.

"Reborn..." Muchen echoed, voice distant—soft as if trying to cradle the truth that had just been handed to him.

Yunfeng swallowed, his throat dry, his lips numb. "I’m Lin Yunfeng. Born in the year 4200. To Lin Jinju and Javis. I have a little sister nad Hana."

The mont he said their nas, his voice cracked. His shoulders hunched in on themselves, shrinking. "I was an oga. Right after my differentiation, I was kidnapped. My body... they—" He sucked in a shaky breath. "They harvested my organs. One by one. I—I died on the operation table."

A suffocating silence followed, like ti itself was stunned into stillness.

Yunfeng bit down on his lip to stop its trembling, the tallic taste of blood flooding his mouth. Still, he didn’t look up. "Then... I woke up here. In 2020."

His voice grew quieter, like each word was costing him breath. "At first, I thought it was a dream. Maybe so dying fantasy playing in my brain. But the pain was real. The confusion, the fear—it was all real. And when I looked in the mirror..."

He clenched his fists. "I had the sa face. Sa eyes. The sa voice. My mother... Hana... they were here too. But they weren’t the sa. Not exactly. This world—this ti—it’s different. I didn’t know what was happening. I thought I was going crazy."

His body shook with the mory of those early days. Waking up in a quiet, mundane 2020 after dying in a sterile, bloody lab. Living with people who looked like family but spoke differently, acted differently. Trying to blend in, pretending he belonged here when all he wanted was to scream.

"I tried to find logic. Maybe this was a simulation. Maybe I was in a coma. Maybe—" His breath caught. "But every day I spent here, I could feel it. I’d been given a second life. And I couldn’t waste it. So I stayed silent. I laughed. I lived. And when I t you..."

His voice dropped to a hush, barely a whisper. "I couldn’t help myself. I fell in love again. Even though I knew I didn’t belong here."

He finally looked up. Tears streaked down his face, his eyes red and glassy. "I didn’t want to tell you. Because if I did... it’d make it real. That I’m not supposed to be here. That I’m not the real Yunfeng of this ti. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could live pretending. But now—now I know that’s not fair to you."

Muchen hadn’t moved.

His brows were furrowed, eyes locked on Yunfeng, stunned into stillness. His mouth opened once—twice—without words forming.

"Say sothing," Yunfeng begged, voice cracking. "Even if it’s to call insane. I just... I can’t keep this to myself anymore."

Muchen moved forward slowly.

Yunfeng closed his eyes tight refusing to look up at him but that familiar rose scent filled his entire being making him choke on his sob.

Gentle finger touched cheeks wiping away the tears that had escaped.

Only then did he get the courage to open his eyes and look at his lover. He saw Muchen’s face right before him peering at him desperately.

"You died," he said quietly. "You really died..."

Yunfeng nodded slowly, the tears falling faster now.

Muchen said nothing at first—his silence was loud, trembling, filled with agony he couldn’t put into words.

He reached out and cupped Yunfeng’s face with both hands, his palms cold and damp with sweat.

His fingers fumbled with the spare shirt he’d tied Yunfeng earlier, untangling it with shaky urgency.

Then he pulled him into his arms with a force that nearly knocked the breath out of Yunfeng.

It wasn’t just a hug—it was desperate.

"You died before..." Muchen whispered, voice hollow, eyes wide with sothing close to horror. "You... you died."

His body trembled violently against Yunfeng’s.

Yunfeng, startled by the intensity, gently placed his hand on the back of Muchen’s neck, fingers brushing through the sweat-damp strands of his hair.

"It’s okay," Yunfeng murmured, lips quivering. "I’m here now. I... I was reborn, right? Maybe... maybe God saw how unfair my death was and gave another chance to do things right."

But Muchen only let out a strangled sob, the sound ripping through his throat like glass.

He clung tighter, burying his face against Yunfeng’s neck, his breath hot and ragged. "No," he choked, "they killed you. They killed you, Yunfeng."

He pulled back suddenly, holding Yunfeng’s face between his trembling hands, eyes frantic, glistening with unshed tears. "They hurt you. Those bastards—how could they? How could they do that to you?" His voice broke on the last word, cracking with raw fury and sorrow.

He stroked Yunfeng’s cheek, touched his jaw, his nose, his chin, as if morizing each contour, as if confirming with his own hands that Yunfeng was real and alive before him. "You must have been so scared..." he whispered, voice trembling with helpless grief.

Then, unable to stop himself, Muchen leaned forward and kissed Yunfeng’s bleeding lips—soft and broken, tasting the copper tang of blood and tears.

"I swear to you," Muchen breathed against his mouth, "I will never let anything like that happen to you again. Never. I’ll protect you. I’ll fight the whole world if I have to. No one will ever hurt you again. So... so stay here. With , okay?"

His forehead pressed against Yunfeng’s, their breath mingling, uneven and warm.

"Stay with ," Muchen repeated, almost pleading. "I’ll make you happy. I’ll give you a life so full of love that one day... you’ll forget that pain. You’ll forget that horror. You’ll only rember what it feels like to be loved, to be safe."

Yunfeng couldn’t hold back anymore.

A loud sob tore from his throat as he threw his arms around Muchen’s neck, clinging to him like a lifeline. His tears spilled freely now, soaking into Muchen’s shirt, his body shaking with emotion too big for words.

"I’ll never leave you," Yunfeng cried. "Never. Muchen... you’re my one and only sun. I’ll live for you. I swear... in this life, this ti... I’ll live for you."