Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

At dawn, the morning star shines in the sky, the east turns white, the morning light shines through the heavy clouds, illuminating the rolling morning mist, and the outlines of the surrounding scenery gradually become clear.

[Host, wake up, host... If you don't wake up, I will deduct all your points, okay? Host? ]

Huh? Why isn't she awake yet? This shouldn't be the case. Didn't the main system restore her body? There's nothing I can do. It seems I can only use my ultimate move...

[Host! Host! If you don't wake up, Zhang Qiling will die! Really! He doesn't eat or drink every day, he will die soon! ]

As soon as the system finished speaking, Zhang Hanyan's tightly closed eyes opened slightly, and a soft light jumped in front of her eyes, shining her eyes.

The moment I woke up, consciousness slowly rose from the dream, like a drop of water falling on the lake, causing ripples.

Her eyes gradually became clear, and she turned to look out the window. The first ray of light in the morning refracted, illuminating the earth and awakening her long-sleeping soul.

[Host, you finally woke up. You have been sleeping for four months. If you don't wake up, I'm afraid Zhang Qiling will die for you.]

Where is the little brother?

【Wu Xie and Wang Pangzi saw that he hadn't slept for too long, so they took him to the next ward to sleep.】

Where is Tiandao? Is he dead?

[No... He cannot die, otherwise this world will cease to exist, but his power has almost dissipated, and he will no longer threaten the host. ]

Oh, I see.

Zhang Hanyan supported herself with her hands and sat up on the bed. After not moving for a long time, she felt her body was very sore and weak.

She swung her arms, stretched her body a little, put on her shoes, got out of bed, and walked to the window to breathe some fresh air.

Zhang Qiling frowned as he fell into a coma. In his dream, there was a thick fog, and the white fog enveloped the sky and the earth. He walked for a long time before he finally saw a dazzling red in the white fog.

Zhang Hanyan stood with her back to him, taking one step forward at a time, heading towards the unknown.

[Han Yan, are you awake? Han Yan...where are you going? Why are you ignoring me...Han Yan...]

He called out over and over again, wanting to run to her, he wanted to hold her hand, he wanted to take her home.

But no matter how fast he ran, she was always in front of him, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch her at all.

[Han Yan...Where are you going? Wait for me, don't go any further, let's go home, okay? Han Yan...]

In the dense fog, he could only watch Zhang Hanyan moving farther and farther away from him, until he could hardly see her anymore.

Finally, that touch of red disappeared in the hazy white mist. No matter how hard he searched or called, he could no longer see her.

[Don't go! Han Yan... Please, don't leave me alone... Han Yan! ]

"Han Yan! Don't go!"

Zhang Qiling woke up from a nightmare. He sat up suddenly on the bed, his brows furrowed and a layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead.

The bright light swayed in his eyes, as if telling him that what he was afraid of and terrified about was just a nightmare.

He looked around and found himself in a completely unfamiliar room. Zhang Hanyan was not in the room.

"Han Yan..."

Everything in the dream made him feel unprecedentedly panicked. He now urgently wanted to see her, as if only seeing her could bring him back to reality from the dream.

Zhang Qiling turned over and got out of bed, quickly running out of the room. The familiar corridor in front of him made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He walked barefoot on the ground, as if he could not feel the coldness of the floor at all. His mind and eyes were filled with the only thing that was right next to him, the door.

He pushed the door open and walked in. In the dim morning light, Zhang Hanyan was standing by the window, the outline of her face soft and clear under the morning sun.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the red rose blooming by the window. The dancing sunlight shone through her fingers, making her palm, as delicate as white jade, appear even whiter.

The breeze blew gently, the waist-length black hair fluttered, and the unintentional smile on the lips was enough to make everything in the world pale in comparison.

Zhang Qiling's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stood there like a piece of wood, staring at the person standing by the window, the one who made him think about it day and night and was obsessed with her.

"Han Yan..."

He called out softly, a very small voice, as if he was afraid that the voice would be too loud and would shatter this beautiful dream before him.

Zhang Hanyan turned and looked at him, the corners of her lips slightly raised in a faint smile, like the gentle and warm sunshine in winter.

"Brother..."

Before he could finish his words, he had already strode forward, stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly.

Zhang Qiling held her gently, not daring to use too much strength, and his words and actions revealed the cautiousness with which he treated her, as if she were a treasure.

Zhang Hanyan hugged his waist tightly and rubbed her cheek against his chest slightly, absorbing the unique fragrance from him.

"Yan Yan...I miss you so much..."

His voice trembled, and the deep affection in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest, as turbulent as the sea.

"I know......"

She put her arms around his waist, frowning slightly, "Brother, why are you thinner again? Didn't you eat well? Didn't you sleep well?"

"Well, I'm worried about you. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't smoke..."

Zhang Qiling helped her stand up and looked into her clear eyes. "I... I have remembered everything from the past... twice..."

"Really! That's great! But...what twice?"

Zhang Hanyan looked at him in confusion, totally unaware of what his ambiguous words meant.

Zhang Qiling stared at her pale face, his lips twitched with endless bitterness. He bent down, picked her up, gently put her on the bed, and sat beside the bed, looking at her intently.

"Twice, Yanyan, you fell in front of me twice, bleeding and unconscious... twice, both for me..."

The scenes of her being injured twice kept appearing in his mind like slides. His throat was dry and he took a deep breath to suppress the sob in his throat, his voice hoarse.

"Yan Yan, I hurt you...twice. Both times you almost..."

He didn't dare to say the following words. He closed his eyes with a painful look. When he opened them again, his eye sockets were slightly red and the tears in his eyes reflected tiny bits of light.

Seeing him so fragile, Zhang Hanyan's brain instantly crashed. She no longer cared about anything else and hurriedly hugged him.