Chapter 868: I Exist for You 04

Host, you really aren't an idiot, are you……

Jin Chen's expression froze.

In Yishen's story there's no modernity—I don't know where to go.

Oh……

0731 silently chuckled.

It's still pretty stupid, but I don't dare say it.

Hehe.

Yes, go put the blanket on.

Even though I knew Jin Chen had independent thoughts, Yishen inexplicably felt like he was raising a child.

That's bizarre.

This world is different from the one I'm in, so is the world I'm in the one Shen Shen imagines?

Jin Chen sat beside the computer, opened his arms for him to put the blanket on him, looked up at Yishen, and his tone unconsciously softened.

Yishen stopped, thought for a few seconds, met Jin Chen's affectionate gaze, and unconsciously nodded.

The world I hope for.

Oh.

Jin Chen pulled the blanket tight, then hugged Yishen's waist, chin on his belly as he looked up, "Is this world not good?"

Not good.

Yishen answered with downcast eyes, voice low: "In your world, no one would refuse to be friends with you just because you're strange."

You have many good friends.

But he, out of selfishness, didn't arrange a good family and parents for Jin Chen.

Even in a fantasy world, he had no expectations for that.

Is Shen Shen strange? I didn't notice.

Jin Chen looked him over from head to toe again, not forgetting to praise, "Just strangely good-looking."

Not the appearance.

Yishen laughed helplessly, pushed his head away, and a strange feeling welled up in his chest.

Forget it, you wouldn't want to know.

Yishen walked to the window beside him, letting this tangled thought grow.

Outside the Study window stands a camphor tree planted in the residential area; from this spot you can see its most lush top.

Through the seasons, the change is obvious.

Now in winter, the camphor tree still hasn't shed its leaves.

Yishen gazed at that tree, just like every moment when he used to write stories.

He lit a cigarette, his fingers casually resting on the windowsill, his loose blue-gray sweater almost blending with the misty rain outside, and the shadow from his eyes like indelible ink.

Shen Shen is very unhappy.

Jin Chen remained seated, his gaze locked on Yishen: "If you're troubled by that, perhaps I can give you some ideas."

You?

Yishen looked at Jin Chen through the smoke; today he wasn't wearing glasses, making him more blurred in the smoke, and he unconsciously narrowed his eyes: "What ideas?"

Jin Chen, however, did not answer him right away.

He quickly walked to the window, pushed Yishen toward the desk, closed the window, leaving only a small vent.

It will be cold; don't rush, dear, listen as I explain slowly.

Yishen was pushed to sit down; the two were very close, so close he felt somewhat unaccustomed.

Jin Chen picked up the scattered manuscripts on the desk, perhaps the ones Yishen had turned over when checking the date.

The dense handwriting, every line filled with his story.

Jin Chen looked at them for a long time, then carefully organized all the manuscripts and lifted his gaze to Yishen.

In my memory, the birth of my consciousness wasn't now; it should have been earlier, back when I first gained consciousness, when you weren't here yet.

Meeting Yishen's bewildered gaze, Jin Chen explained: "I mean, you weren't even in this house yet."

Yishen was genuinely doubtful, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, muttering: "Could it be in that house…"

Earlier, when he hadn't yet moved out to live alone, that home wasn't good, even a lingering shadow in his heart, but one must admit that most of his childhood and adolescent fantasies were in that attic, which could hardly be called a room.

He didn't bring all of it out.

Those diaries, writings, letters, and faded childhood memories were all dust‑sealed in the wooden box in the attic.

So, the prototype of the "Winter Sea Poem" story perhaps already existed in his diary from earlier times.

No one can erase it.

Do you have a clue now? Jin Chen saw his furrowed brow finally relax and asked.

Yes, I should find a chance to go to that house.

The cigarette Yishen held between his fingers had burned out, along with the worries that had gradually faded from his heart.

He lifted his gaze, looked at Jin Chen whose eyes seemed to hold light, finally evoked a faint but still striking smile.

At this moment their six‑part similarity grew by one; Jin Chen tentatively reached out, slowly stroking Yishen's head, gently rubbing despite the other's slightly surprised gaze.

Rub your head, don't be sad, God will always bless you.

Yishen seemed to hear the fireworks exploding inside his heart.

This phrase, clearly the catchphrase I gave Jin Chen, lets him find courage from it when he encounters difficulties on his path to freedom.

But I never imagined it would be used to comfort myself.

Yishen slowly looked at Jin Chen's eyes, the smile at the corner of his lips deepened, "Thank you."

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 15!】

"No need to thank... Achoo!"

Jin Chen silently pulled the blanket tighter, "Damn, really ruined the atmosphere."

He let out a low mutter and made a funny face.

"Dear Yishen, I think I should need to wear new clothes."

Jin Chen edged closer to Yishen, trying to warm up by rubbing bodies, "As my creator, you should be very familiar with my height and size,"

Yishen: "......" What kind of talk is this.

"First dry the clothes, then tomorrow I'll take you out to buy."

Jin Chen: "Can't we just go out like this?"

Yishen: "I don't even want to become famous offline yet."

"Oh......"

Speaking of fame, Jin Chen thought for a moment.

【0731, time to work.】

【Here I come, here I come! Watch me show my skills! Leave it to me!】

All the haters will have nowhere to hide!

Jin Chen casually picked up the thermos on the table and took a sip.

"This is my cup."

Yishen didn't even have time to stop him.

"Huh......?"

Jin Chen gulped a mouthful of hot water, looked over in surprise, "You dislike me, huh."

"Then I'll go wash it clean for you."

Having said that, he broke free from the blanket, preparing to find a place to wash the cup.

"Stop, no need, I'll go pour you hot water."

Yishen saw him again blatantly showing his abs, a full face of black lines as he pulled him down, "Sit properly."

"Okay."

Watching Yishen's back as he left the room, Jin Chen blew a puff of his half-dry hair, flung himself onto the sofa and rolled around.

【Host, the protagonist (as the attacker) went to the Yi family, talked about you, and also said you are very similar to the Main God.】

Jin Chen turned over again, closed his eyes and looked at the spatial screen.

——

"Uncle Yi, are you really sure you only have two sons, Yishen and Yixi?"

Yi Zhen: "...... What exactly do you want to ask?"

Yi Xi was also puzzled, not understanding why today Chuan-ge was acting so strangely.

"Chuan-ge, did you see something?"