"Thump-thump! Thump-thump! Thump-thump!"
As the sound of a heartbeat echoed, the Rover slowly regained consciousness.
"What… what happened to me?"
With this question, the Rover, still in a state of consciousness, felt a slight confusion and wondered.
And at that moment, a gentle voice with a hint of worry sounded in his ear.
"Heartbeat is normal, pulse is steady, and there are no external injuries… He should wake up soon~!"
This voice… I feel like I've heard it somewhere before...
While the Rover was still wondering, another lively and slightly playful girlish voice came over.
"In that case... it's time for this Jinzhou Speedster to show off her ultimate move!"
"Yangyang, hold his head steady, don't let it fall off later."
As those words fell, the Rover felt a soft warmth beneath the back of his head, and then a pair of warm, small, delicate hands pressed against his chest.
"Don't worry! I definitely won't let him fall."
The gentle voice from before came again.
Another somewhat familiar voice… I must have heard it somewhere.
And Yangyang… such a familiar name… why can't I remember anything?
With these doubts, the Rover's consciousness was mostly restored. However, just as he was about to open his eyes..
A complete flood of memories spanning over twenty years suddenly surged deep into his mind…
Qian Lingfeng—a somewhat gender-neutral name, though he was very much a man.
He had been born into a fairly wealthy family and had parents who doted on him unconditionally.
But his good fortune didn't last. When he was five years old, he crossed paths with a runaway truck.
Though he managed to survive, his legs were left completely paralyzed.
In the years that followed, his parents showered him with even more care and affection.
This continued until he turned ten... the year his parents gave birth to his younger brother.
At first, the shift wasn't too obvious. But as his brother grew older, showing great talent and an incredibly pleasing personality...
It ultimately proved that love doesn't disappear; it merely transfers.
Naturally, his own personality grew increasingly withdrawn, and he ended up completely locking his heart away.
What kept him company the most was initially all kinds of anime, and later on, video games were added to the mix.
In response, his parents would only offer a few words of comfort during their spare time from work before leaving him to his own devices.
Then, when he reached the age of twenty-seven, a year he still remembers with absolute clarity.
On that day, he had just finished the Version 2.5 story of a game called Wuthering Waves. While his heart ached for Phrolova's unrequited love...
He also deeply admired the Rover's unwavering commitment to putting the salvation of the world above all else.
And what could he do? Nothing more than pulling a Max-Resonance, Max-Rank copy of that upcoming character, Phrolova.
He had cursed the developers in his heart, realizing she was about to be his twentieth fully-maxed character in this game.
Even though he had never lacked money due to his family background, he had never engaged in retaliatory spending.
The only reason he pulled so many fully-maxed characters was simply that he loved every single one of them from the bottom of his heart.
After pulling Phrolova, as if to calm his emotions...
He called for the caretaker who looked after his daily needs to wheel him outside the villa to clear his head.
But fate seemed to favor him once again. Just as he was wheeled out of the villa's main gates...
An out-of-control truck crashed directly into him. Then, he arrived in Solaris, where he met that divine version of Yangyang in the vast cosmos.
And that was where the memories he could access cut off.
So... the ones speaking just now were the Mysterious Blue-Hatted Letter Woman, Yangyang, and the Jinzhou Speedster, Ma Xiaofang?
And he... had been hit by a truck, sent to Solaris, met with the divine Yangyang after losing his memories, and ultimately became the Rover of this world?
It wasn't until this fresh start, after his memories of crossing over were completely sealed, that his memories of his past life were restored instead.
As he sorted through the memories in his head, the Rover was deeply shaken.
"Dang it! Logically, he should have woken up by now. Why isn't there any reaction?"
"Does he need artificial respiration? I don't know how to do that... Yangyang, why don't you do it?!"
Chixia's voice sounded in his ear again, and the Rover also felt the small, delicate hands on his chest release their strength.
Yangyang looked at the man in her arms. Although it was her first time seeing him, she felt a genuine fondness for him.
"Huh? M-Me? I... I should? If it's him…"
Because of this, although Yangyang's voice grew softer and softer until only she could hear herself...
Her current expression showed not a single shred of resistance.
"Ugh… who are you?"
The Rover also cast aside the thoughts in his mind at this moment, slowly opened his eyes… and asked Yangyang and Chixia with a hazy expression.
When that blue figure appeared before his eyes, it couldn't help but make his eyes light up.
Originally, as the poster girl of Wuthering Waves, Yangyang's beauty and temperament were already top-tier.
However, compared to reality, both her appearance and aura were far more stunning in person.
"Whoa! You're finally awake! My name is Chixia... and this is Yangyang."
Chixia spoke up from the side. As she spoke, her eyes kept scanning up and down the Rover's body, clearly filled with curiosity about this man.
"We are in the Gorges of Spirits. A wilderness area on the outskirts of Jinzhou under Huanglong."
Following that, Yangyang shyly informed the Rover of their current location.
As for why she was shy, it was obviously because the Rover was still resting his head on her lap.
Intimate contact with the opposite sex was a first for Yangyang. It had been fine when he was unconscious.
But now that he was awake, locking eyes with him naturally made her feel incredibly self-conscious.
Realizing her awkwardness, the Rover nodded and immediately sat up, leaving the soft warmth that had briefly captivated him.
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