Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 159 - Changing history

Yunfeng’s vision was hazy as he slowly sat up, his head pounding. His limbs felt weak, but the first thing he noticed—the only thing that mattered—was Muchen.

Muchen sat there, his hands gripping the fabric of Yunfeng’s shirt, his whole body trembling. Tears streamed silently down his face, his lips parted in a breathless, disbelieving whisper.

"You’re alive..." Muchen’s voice cracked, his eyes wide and shining with fresh tears. "You’re alive..."

Before Yunfeng could react, Muchen lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around him. His grip was almost suffocating, his warm, desperate sobs muffled against Yunfeng’s shoulder.

Yunfeng blinked, trying to ground himself, trying to process everything. His hands hesitated for only a second before he clutched Muchen just as tightly, his fingers digging into his back. His heartbeat was steady, real. His warmth surrounded Yunfeng, proving—proving that they were still here. Together.

"Muchen..." His voice was hoarse, weak.

But Muchen only held him tighter, his shoulders trembling as fresh tears soaked Yunfeng’s shirt.

Yunfeng pulled back slightly, his fingers brushing against Muchen’s face. His eyes darted over his features—his red-rimmed eyes, his tear-streaked cheeks, the way his breath hitched unevenly. His face was flushed, his lips trembling.

Muchen was a mess. A beautiful, heartbreaking mess.

"Don’t cry," Yunfeng murmured gently. "I’m alive. I’m here." He reached up, his thumb brushing away the tears that trailed down Muchen’s cheeks.

But Muchen’s breath shuddered, and suddenly, the silent tears turned into full, uncontrollable sobs. His whole body shook violently as he clutched Yunfeng, burying his face in his shoulder again.

"They all said you died," Muchen choked out. "You— you weren’t breathing, Yunfeng. You were so cold. I thought—" His voice broke entirely, his sobs wracking his entire body. "I thought I lost you!"

Hearing him like this—seeing him like this—made Yunfeng’s heart clench painfully.

He couldn’t imagine what Muchen must have gone through.

The sheer terror, the crushing grief, the helplessness.

"I was so scared," Muchen whispered brokenly. "I thought— I thought you’d turned into those things—I thought you were gone—"

"Shhh," Yunfeng soothed, his own voice shaking. "Shhh, it’s okay."

He pulled Muchen closer, wrapping his arms around him securely.

Muchen clung to him like a lifeline, his fingers gripping his shirt so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His breath was hot and uneven against Yunfeng’s neck, his body pressing close like he was afraid Yunfeng would disappear if he let go.

Yunfeng held him, running his hand gently up and down his back. "I’m not going anywhere," he whispered. "I promise."

But Muchen only sobbed harder, his fingers tightening even more.

For a long time, they just held each other.

He didn’t know how long he and Muchen stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms. Time blurred. The frantic beating of Muchen’s heart against his own chest slowly steadied. His breath, ragged and shaky at first, evened out.

Soon, Yunfeng felt the tension in Muchen’s body ease. His grip loosened, his weight sagging slightly. Then, his head dropped onto Yunfeng’s shoulder, his soft, rhythmic breathing brushing against Yunfeng’s skin.

He had fallen asleep.

Yunfeng exhaled, carefully shifting Muchen’s weight so that he lay more comfortably on his lap. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from Muchen’s face. His expression, once filled with pain and desperation, was now relaxed—almost peaceful.

Guilt prickled at Yunfeng’s chest.

How much had he suffered in those moments he thought I was gone?

His eyes dropped to his own shoulder.

The wound was still there. The gaping tear in his flesh, where the infection had started to spread, remained—but something was off.

He should have been in unbearable pain. But he felt nothing.

Yunfeng frowned and carefully removed the bandages, peeling them away to get a better look.

What he saw made his breath hitch.

The wound was healing.

Not instantly, not like some supernatural miracle, but definitely much faster than any normal human wound. The edges were closing in, fresh skin forming beneath the dried blood. The blackened veins, which had spread ominously before, had completely disappeared.

It was like his body had fought off the infection—and won.

A shadow loomed over him.

Qiu Yue had been observing from a distance, but now he stepped closer, his sharp gaze fixed on Yunfeng’s wound with undisguised curiosity.

"Your body is healing the wound," he murmured, tilting his head in interest. "The black veins are gone. It’s like your body adapted to the virus... mutated itself."

His eyes, gleaming with fascination, flicked up to Yunfeng’s face. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Yunfeng met his gaze, his expression guarded.

"Hmm." He simply hummed in response, then turned away. He wasn’t about to entertain whatever theories this man was forming.

His eyes scanned the dimly lit room until they landed on his sister.

Hana stood frozen in the distance, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She was crying silently.

Yunfeng’s chest clenched.

It reminded him too much of the girl she would become in the future—the girl who refused to cry, who only stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"Hana," he called softly, gesturing for her to come closer.

For a second, she didn’t move. Then, suddenly, she ran.

She threw herself into his arms, burying her face against his shoulder.

"Idiot," she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Stupid... fuck, I hate you."

Yunfeng let out a shaky laugh, his arms tightening protectively around her.

"You’re the idiot," he murmured, resting his chin on her head. "Just cry it all out. Your brother is here."

And finally, finally, she did.

Her whole body trembled against his as quiet sobs broke free. She gripped his shirt tightly, as if afraid he’d disappear again.

Yunfeng held her through it all, running a soothing hand over her hair, whispering reassurances.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted another figure.

Jai sat silently on the ground, his face blank, his posture rigid. But his hands were clenched into fists, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Yo, Jai," Yunfeng called. "Come here."

Jai blinked, as if startled.

He hesitated.

"Come here, you," Yunfeng repeated, his voice gentler this time.

Slowly, Jai stood up and walked toward him. He sat down in front of Yunfeng, his face still unreadable.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. His lips trembled. His eyes filled with tears.

And then, all at once, he broke.

A raw, heart-wrenching sob tore from his throat, and Yunfeng barely had time to react before Jai leaned forward, clutching onto his sleeve.

"I... I don’t know what I would do if you died, Yunfeng," Jai whispered.

"Okay, okay," Yunfeng said, his voice thick with emotion. "Everyone is crying so much. Just calm down, okay? I’m not dead at all."

But even as he said it, his own hands trembled slightly.

He glanced at Jai, and a deep frown settled on his face.

The history I read...Jai’s grandfather. He’s supposed to come and rescue us soon.

We can’t let him die.

History must be changed.