Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 182: Probably Not

There wasn’t a single place that didn’t hurt.

He could also feel his blood slowly draining from his body, his consciousness gradually blurring.

Ever since his rebirth, Rong Xingyu had deliberately forced himself not to recall that sensation of slowly approaching death.

But he had never imagined that one day, there would be someone looking at him with such aching concern, asking him if it hurt. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Rong Xingyu felt a burning warmth rise in his eyes.

Ding Yixin lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Rong Xingyu’s lips.

The two of them fell silent, yet exchanged a kiss so gentle it seemed to reach the extreme of tenderness.

When the kiss finally ended, Rong Xingyu felt warmth return to his limbs.

"It’s all over now, Yuyu," Ding Yixin said softly, brushing a light kiss against Rong Xingyu’s slightly damp forehead.

Yes, it was all over.

That car accident had already happened a long time ago, so long ago that it belonged to a previous lifetime.

Rong Xingyu smiled faintly, then briefly recounted what happened afterward.

However, when Rong Xingyu was just about to say that this was actually the world of a novel, he suddenly seemed to be muted and unable to make any sound at all.

It was as if he were being restrained by some invisible rule.

Still, Rong Xingyu had already revealed his greatest secret to Ding Yixin.

After finishing, he couldn’t help but look at Ding Yixin with some unease.

He didn’t know what Ding Yixin was thinking.

"So you and the previous ’Rong Xingyu’ are two different people, is that right?" Ding Yixin asked.

Rong Xingyu nodded. "I suppose I occupied his body. But coincidentally, not only do we share the same name, we even look almost exactly the same."

"And on your original body, on your thigh, there was also..."

Rong Xingyu’s face suddenly flushed red.

He knew exactly what Ding Yixin was referring to.

There was a vivid little red mole on his left thigh.

Ding Yixin seemed particularly fond of that mole. When emotions ran high, he would even gently nibble at that spot.

"Y-Yes, there was," Rong Xingyu answered.

Ding Yixin narrowed his eyes slightly, the depths of his gaze dark and unreadable.

He sensed that Rong Xingyu hadn’t told him the whole truth.

But Ding Yixin had no intention of forcing him.

He could wait slowly, until Rong Xingyu was willing to tell him all of his secrets.

However, Ding Yixin looked at Rong Xingyu and suddenly asked a very abrupt question:

"Will you go back? Back to your original world."

"Will I go back?"

As he realized the implications of this question, the look in Ding Yixin’s eyes instantly became like ink spilled across water, or like a darkened sky before a storm.

Yet his expression still appeared calm.

Only, the hand gripping Rong Xingyu’s wrist unconsciously tightened.

Rong Xingyu couldn’t help letting out a soft hiss. "It hurts."

Almost at the same moment, Rong Xingyu felt the hand holding his wrist loosen.

Rong Xingyu’s skin was very delicate.

Even though Ding Yixin hadn’t used much force, Rong Xingyu’s wrist had already begun to turn slightly red.

Ding Yixin apologetically pressed a kiss to Rong Xingyu’s slender wrist and gently rubbing the spot he had just been holding.

Rong Xingyu pressed his lips together.

Even though Ding Yixin’s tender treatment made his wrist feel a little itchy, he didn’t pull his hand away.

Thinking about the question Ding Yixin had just asked, Rong Xingyu suddenly fell silent.

Would he really return to his original world?

He didn’t know how much time passed before Rong Xingyu hesitated and said, "Probably... probably not."

Rong Xingyu would never know what kind of turmoil that ambiguous word, probably, stirred up in Ding Yixin’s heart.

The moment he thought of the possibility that Rong Xingyu might leave him, Ding Yixin felt as if something had clenched tightly around his heart.

An emotion called "panic," one he had not experienced in many years, caused Ding Yixin’s brows to knit deeply together.

Even when he had suffered endless humiliation in the Ding family because of his status as an illegitimate child, and later been ruthlessly cast out of the Ding household after growing up, Ding Yixin had never felt such a profound sense of helplessness.

At times, Ding Yixin felt that he was born without the ability to perceive emotions at all.

Especially toward that so-called family, he could not feel familial affection from them, nor had he ever even developed hatred.

Toward their actions, Ding Yixin had only responded with cold retaliation, using ruthless methods to seize complete control of the Ding family, watching indifferently as those who had once humiliated him fell into despair, begging for mercy, and finally living in misery worse than death.

It was not until he met Rong Xingyu that Ding Yixin felt the hollow void in his heart finally being filled.

There was no special reason for it.

Perhaps it was simply that Ding Yixin, having fallen in love with Rong Xingyu, could finally live like a normal person.

When Rong Xingyu told him that he had not originally belonged to this world, a fleeting thought actually surfaced in Ding Yixin’s mind, that Rong Xingyu truly was a precious treasure bestowed upon him by the heavens.

But since heaven had already given him such a unique treasure, why would it take him back?

The secret Rong Xingyu revealed struck Ding Yixin like a heavy blow, throwing his heart into chaos.

He couldn’t help thinking: if Rong Xingyu suddenly disappeared, where would he go to find him? Would he even be able to find him again?

No. He would never allow Rong Xingyu to leave him.

Ding Yixin clenched his molars tightly and veins bulging on the back of his hand from the force.

But recalling how Rong Xingyu’s wrist had reddened earlier, he instead grabbed onto the bedsheet beside him.

Seeing the subtle change in Ding Yixin’s expression, the faint bulging of veins at his temple, Rong Xingyu hurried closer and asked, "What’s wrong?"