【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 366 [Empire] Knocking on the Window

I lowered my head and gently sipped the remaining shaved ice. The cool liquid slid down my throat, but it couldn't dispel the warmth in my heart. Looking at Wen Ya's gentle eyes, my heart was filled with a silent tenderness. Perhaps it was the stillness of the air today, or perhaps this moment of peace made everything seem so profound. I suddenly felt an urge to hold him in my arms.

The action seemed as natural as breathing. Our relationship was always so close, yet so reserved. Every hug felt like an ordinary, warm promise. We had grown accustomed to this silent dependence, to each other's company. Even if we just sat quietly together, without speaking, we could feel a sense of calm and security.

I gently set the cup down, leaned forward, and slowly extended my hand. Wen Ya sensed my movement and turned to look at me. A flicker of doubt flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into a gentle smile. He sighed softly and put his arm around my back, his gesture gentle yet undeniable.

Our bodies moved closer, and the temperature in the air seemed to rise significantly at this moment, but it didn't make me feel uncomfortable. Instead, it made my heartbeat become clearer. I could feel the familiar scent of Wen Ya, the faint aroma of coffee and his unique warmth, gently surrounding me.

I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly, as if all my anxieties and worries could be dispelled in this warm embrace. Wen Ya patted my back gently, as usual, with gentle movements but without a single unnecessary word.

At this moment, I don’t want to say anything. I just want to immerse myself in this peace and security, as if the world has stopped temporarily and only we are snuggling with each other.

"Thank you, Wen Ya." I said softly, my voice a little hoarse, but sincere.

Wen Ya did not answer, but just gently held my back, as if this simple action was enough to respond to all my emotions.

Without further words, we just stood there quietly, enjoying this rare tranquility and peace of mind.

The night is very quiet.

Interstellar history, especially that period rife with war and change, always weighs heavily on my heart. Flipping through the data on my laptop, the densely packed text and diagrams dazzle me. Each chapter feels like a window into the vast universe. The threads of history are always tangled, and even a simple timeline can blur the horizon.

I picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip. The cool liquid refreshed me slightly, but the heaviness in my heart didn't ease much. I knew I had to master this knowledge eventually, and right now, I felt a bit overwhelmed. The classmates in the class seemed so relaxed, as if they already had a basic understanding of this, while I felt like I was in a strange interstellar world, struggling to make any progress.

Isn't that right? They grew up in an interstellar empire and have heard about many historical events since childhood. But I am a native "ancient earthling".

Wen Ya sat across from me, quietly watching me flip through my laptop. He said nothing, his gentle gaze a silent gesture of support. Though he didn't intervene, I knew he must have sensed my distress. Occasionally, he'd reach out to tidy up the desk, offer me a cup of tea, or help me open another page of course materials. Without extra words, he always managed to bring me a sense of peace.

I rubbed my temples, feeling a bit irritated. The pressure of work and school was making me feel a bit breathless. But maybe this was part of growing up.

Going through these difficult roads is the true meaning of growth.

I readjusted my sitting position and focused on the interstellar history on the optical computer.

And I am destined to cross it.

I rubbed my eyes, my heartbeat racing. The quiet of the night was shattered by a sudden knock on the window. Outside, Nightingale's figure blended seamlessly into the darkness. His matte black combat uniform, paired with his chilling presence, made him seem like the embodiment of the night. At this moment, he seemed more mysterious and unpredictable than ever.

I blinked, trying to sort out my confused thoughts: "Nightingale?" The voice was low, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.

He smiled slightly, the curve of his mouth showing a bit of indifference, but also a hint of indescribable complexity: "Excuse me, can you open the window?"

I hesitated for a moment, wondering why he was here at this moment. Wen Ya wasn't home, and Nightingale's visit didn't seem like a simple visit. His presence wasn't just for a simple meeting—this situation clearly had some deeper meaning.

I quickly stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains. A cold night breeze blew into the room, carrying a hint of moisture, but it still couldn't mask his scent. I looked down at him. He was still standing by the window, his sharp eyes scanning everything around me, as if assessing something.

"Is there something you want to say?" I asked calmly, suppressing the turmoil in my heart. Nightingale wasn't the type to appear in front of me for no reason. Clearly, there was something going on with her visit tonight.

He smiled softly, as if he hadn't expected me to be so direct. "You should know, things have changed. We need to go." His tone was emotionless, calm and concise, as if he was telling me a very ordinary fact.

I was startled, my mind racing with possibilities. A change in mission, or something else entirely? But I didn't ask immediately. Instead, I stared at Nightingale, waiting for his next explanation.

"We have a new batch of tasks." Nightingale's eyes sharpened slightly, as if sensing my doubts. "And it's not just you, everyone needs to participate."

I frowned, knowing that this might not be an easy task.

"This mission..." I paused slightly, trying to read more information from his expression, but Nightingale remained expressionless and unpredictable.

"We'll talk about it later. We must set off immediately." Nightingale interrupted my thoughts, her tone firm and with a hint of urgency.

I didn't ask any further, knowing now wasn't the time to delve into details. I nodded and quickly walked back to the table, grabbing the equipment and communicator I'd already prepared.

"Wait a moment." I walked towards the door, ready to leave the room. At that moment, I turned back to look at Nightingale. He was still standing outside the window, his figure blurred but deep in the moonlight.

"Tonight, I must stay alive." He suddenly spoke, his voice low but with an indescribable determination.

I nodded gently and took a deep breath. Tonight's mission was another challenge that could not be ignored.