Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

After Xia Yangyang revealed her illness, Samuel disappeared for a day and a night.

Fortunately, the green elf used magic to heal his abdominal surgical wound; otherwise, she would have truly abandoned her young child to search for a missing person.

When he returned, he was holding a snow lotus in his arms, with blood-red sap at the calyx.

System: [This snow lotus grows on the summit of Mount Sevis. It only blooms when watered with blood and can cure all diseases.]

Xia Yangyang: [What a poisonous flower... Is it even useful?]

System: [Before it was defiled, the snow lotus grown from his blood could cure your illness without any problem. But now, it's just an ordinary snow lotus, and it wouldn't be as effective as if he had eaten it himself.]

Xia Yangyang lowered her gaze and saw the clear knife marks on the tips of Samuel's ten fingers.

My heart felt like it had been stabbed hard by an awl.

His eyes were red-rimmed as he pressed the tenderest part of the lotus flower to her lips.

Perhaps it was his past experience as a holy son that made him feel that shedding a little blood was a trivial matter.

"Open your mouth and eat this, and you'll be cured," he said as softly as possible.

But his lover kept his lips tightly pressed together, his eyes lowered, as he changed the diaper of the crying baby girl and gently fed her goat milk.

When his lover refused to eat, he simply grabbed her chin, forced her to open her mouth, and stuffed the snow lotus into her mouth.

I watched as she chewed the snow lotus until it was crushed, and she swallowed.

"How are you feeling?" Samuel's heart tightened.

She blinked, beckoned to him, and as soon as Samuel leaned in, she kissed him on the lips, deftly prying open his mouth to transfer the sweet, pungent snow lotus from her mouth into his.

Samuel's eyes widened, and he instinctively tried to retreat, but she seemed to have anticipated his intentions and firmly supported the back of his head with one hand.

This way, she only had one arm to hold the child.

He couldn't push it away.

If he pushes, the child will inevitably fall.

The kiss was passionate and rough. His lover didn't say anything on the surface, but he was actually furious. He hated him for being so weak, and he grabbed him and bit him.

Until the salty, rusty smell mingled with the kiss.

A crisp metallic click rang out in the silence, separating them.

Samuel looked down and saw the cold shackles on her wrists; it was a thin chain with the other end attached to her frail wrist.

He still held the unfinished snow lotus in his hand, and a layer of confusion, shrouded in mist, appeared in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"If you can't calm down, then I'll help you calm down." Xia Yangyang gave him a kind smile.

"From this moment on, if you ever leave my sight again, I will immediately take the child back to the human world, and you will never see the three of us again."

"..."

"I told you about my illness in the hope that you could be with me in my final days to settle my regrets, instead of seeing you make yourself half-dead as well."

When Xia Yangyang said this, she tried to communicate with him in a rational manner.

The two babies, one is being fed and the other is sleeping.

She understood the impact of this devastating news on him and was willing to let him process it gradually.

But she didn't know what words she had said that had hurt him, causing his eyes to turn red instantly.

"What last days??" Samuel broke free of his chains.

The sudden, unannounced growl startled the two children, causing them to cry.

He gripped her shoulders with both hands, his red-rimmed eyes glistening with tears.

"My Yangyang, you still have ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred years to live... I won't accompany you to fulfill any regrets, because we still have a very, very long time ahead of us!"

"..." Xia Yangyang was stunned by his roar.

Samuel was always a noble and proud man in her eyes.

Even when furious, that elf would only glance at people indifferently, freezing them to death with terrifying cold air, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his noble gaze.

How did he become like this?

Xia Yangyang felt a chill creeping up her body.

She didn't know if it was emanating from his imposing presence or from a deep-seated helplessness.

She gazed at him silently.

The once familiar faces became distant and blurry at this moment.

The broken chain tumbled on the ground like a silver snake, making a series of soft, crisp metallic clanging sounds.

Xia Yangyang's gaze fell on the chains, as if what he broke was not the chains, but the last bond between the two of them.

"Okay." Her voice was soft and gentle, like a snow-white feather falling.

She took the other child from the cradle and held them in her arms, one on each side, to soothe them.

"Then do whatever you want, and do everything you can to save me."

"..."

"Even if I die tomorrow, I hope you won't regret the choice you've made."

She is about to be buried, and she is exhausted from constantly enduring the pain of cancer while taking care of her two children.

Let him waste those insignificant days and nights.

At least it was something he was willing to do.

The oxygen in the air seemed to be gradually drawn away.

Samuel stood with his back to her, his tall frame seemingly bearing an endless burden, his shadow stretched long by the setting sun.

As she said this, the door had already been pulled halfway open by him.

The two kids were making the most noise at this time, with their cries rising and falling, keeping Xia Yangyang so busy that she couldn't find a moment to spare.

She got out of bed, but not towards him. Instead, she went to the pot of warm water and filled an empty baby bottle with the goat milk she had prepared earlier.

When she sat back on the bed, she suddenly felt a tightness in her wrist.

It wasn't that she was being held, but rather that she felt a pull. She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly, but she forcibly suppressed it back into a cold, expressionless expression.

The broken part of the chain was reattached by a makeshift ice puck.

Like a naughty child, he tore the pages of the book, then secretly glued them back together.

To stay within the chains, Samuel climbed onto the bed with her.

He dared not look directly at his lover, and instead looked at his two children on the bed, kicking their legs and wailing.

This was the first time he had truly looked at the two of them. He always felt that there was an insurmountable distance between him and these two little ones.

The older brother's eyebrows and eyes resemble Yangyang's, while the younger sister's features resemble his.

As soon as he reached out his hand, his brother stopped crying.

The little guy's large, light brown eyes, brimming with tears, blinked as he stared at his fingers, seemingly pondering and curious.

Then, a small, soft hand grasped it.

The touch of my fingertips was so soft, yet so strong.

"Am I a terrible father?" Samuel asked softly.

"Um."

Samuel paused, then said, "That's because I haven't started learning yet."

Xia Yangyang shrugged: "A responsible father wouldn't ask such a question."

"..."

Samuel hung his head, staring at his brother, while his sister was already drinking her fragrant milk.

My brother burst into tears with a loud "waaaah".

Samuel wanted to get another bottle to feed him, but he couldn't leave because of the length of the chain.

So he looked at his lover, then at his brother, and seemed somewhat at a loss.

"He just drank, so he's not hungry right now, he's just sleepy," his lover's gentle and patient voice rang out.

Samuel, who was usually cunning, was like a preschooler at this moment, still unable to think straight.

If he's sleepy, why doesn't he go to sleep? Do we need to cover his eyes?

He grabbed a corner of the quilt, intending to cover his face, but thankfully Xia Yangyang stopped him in time.

He heard his lover sigh helplessly: "Why don't you try hugging him?"

"...?"

When Samuel awkwardly picked up his brother, the brother cried until his voice was hoarse.

But the little one was too tired, and soon closed his eyes and fell asleep, his fair little hands clenched into fists and pressed against his face, with undried tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes.

Samuel smiled. "He seems to like me a lot."

Xia Yangyang chuckled softly, "Because he is familiar with your heartbeat and temperature."

The stagnant air began to flow again, even radiating a warm and comforting feeling.

"Yangyang".

In the stillness, Samuel called her name, and Xia Yangyang hummed in response, lifting her eyes to look at him.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long, thin shadow on his thick eyelashes.

The shadows, like an invisible curtain, separated him from the world around him, making his figure appear even more lonely.

"I don't understand your human rules. If someone dies in a place where there are no other humans or graves, won't they become a wandering ghost?"

"..."

Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow. She was a staunch materialist. What was this talk of wandering ghosts?

"I didn't mean to upset you." Samuel's stinging, red eyes turned to her. "I'm just afraid that if you were to die, where would I find you?"