How To Hide The Tyrant's Child In The Apocalypse

AT THE SAME TIME

MEI SHEN'S POINT OF VIEW:

The morning sun seeped softly through the cracked wooden shutters, casting long, gentle beams across the room. The stranger lay on the simple cot, breathing more steady than last night, but the worry nestled deep in my chest refused to loosen its grip. I sat beside him, stealing glances at his face, so familiar, yet distant, before my eyes drifted lower, to the faint lines breaking through the collar of his worn shirt. Old scars. Thin, pale, jagged trails etched into his skin like a secret map of battles fought and won. My fingers twitched, curiosity warring with caution.

"What are these?" I asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper as I carefully traced one of the scars with my fingertip.

He stiffened, eyes snapping toward mine, sharp and tired. 

"Old wounds." He said, voice rough like gravel but soft enough to hear the truth beneath. "From a rebellion a few years back."

"A rebellion." I asked, leaning closer, heart beating erratically. "Was it fierce?"

He swallowed and looked away, the light catching the faint tremor in his jaw. 

"More than you can imagine. It tore the land apart, the people with it."He said. "I worked it out in the end."

My breath hitched. The way he spoke carried weight something personal, something heavy.

"And… why were you there? Why did you fight?" I pressed gently, careful not to sound too eager.

His eyes met mine again, dark and clouded, like they held a storm behind them. 

"I wasn't just fighting for land or power." He admitted slowly. "I was searching for someone. Someone I lost."

My heart stuttered in my chest.

"And you think she's still out there?" I asked, my fingers still lightly resting on the scar, tracing invisible memories.

He nodded slowly.

"For four long years, I have wandered, hoping… praying, that I'd find her again."

I wanted to ask more, to unravel the mystery behind his words, but a sudden noise pulled my attention. From the doorway, Huan stepped in quietly, his brow furrowed as he studied the man. His gaze flicked from the scars to the stranger's face, eyes narrowing with a confusion I couldn't understand.

"Why do I look so much like him?" Huan finally asked, voice low but curious.

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. The resemblance was there, yes, but what did it mean? Before I could answer, the Lian Wei voice softened. 

"It's a long story."He said.

I felt a sudden chill crawl up my spine, an unspoken truth hovering in the room. Just then, Zeyrith's voice teased through my mind, dripping with mischief. 

"Looks like your simple stranger isn't so simple after all."He said.

The system chimed in, more clinical but no less ominous.

"His health deteriorates with each passing day. Time is not on your side."System warned me.

I bit my lip, heart pounding, as the pieces began to fall into place, but what they formed was a picture I wasn't sure I wanted to see. He sank back onto the cot, eyes clouded with a sadness so deep it made my chest ache. His voice cracked as he spoke, raw and broken.

"If it weren't for her… I don't know if I would have lasted this long."He said.

I watched the fight in him, the fight to keep going, to hold on. 

"You don't care about yourself anymore?" I whispered, heart tightening.

He shook his head slowly. 

"Not really. It's not about me anymore. Every scar, every sleepless night... it's all just to see her again. To find her, no matter what it costs."He explained.

A fragile, haunted hope flickered behind his stormy eyes, but beneath it lay a worn exhaustion, like a man who had been running a race he never wanted to finish. I wanted to reach out, to hold him, to tell him he wasn't alone, but words failed me. Zeyrith snickered in my mind. 

"Oh, the tragic hero finally shows his heart. Didn't see that coming."He said.

I shot a glare at the ceiling, ignoring the god's teasing, because right now, all I wanted was to be the reason he didn't give up. I studied him, this man who had stumbled into my life like a ghost from a past I barely understood. His eyes, storm, green and raw with pain, locked onto mine as if searching for something, or someone and I wondered, could that someone be me?

I swallowed hard, trying to steady the rapid beat of my heart. 

"You said you lost her… and you've been searching all this time." My voice was barely a whisper, afraid to break the fragile thread that connected us.

He nodded, but didn't speak for a long moment. Instead, he stared down at his hands, the fingers twitching slightly as if holding onto memories just out of reach.

"I thought I could bury her memory, hide it beneath years of duty and endless battles." He said, voice rough and low. "But it never left me. It was always there, a flame burning just beneath my skin, reminding me of what I lost, of what I couldn't let go."

I felt a pang of something I couldn't name, sympathy? Sorrow? Or maybe something deeper, stirring inside me like the first notes of a song I didn't know I remembered.

"Why didn't you give up?" I asked softly, leaning closer, drawn by the raw honesty in his words.

His eyes lifted slowly, meeting mine with a vulnerability that cracked through the hardened surface. 

"Because of her. Because if I gave up, I'd never find a reason to keep going. Every scar on my body… every sleepless night, every breath is just to see her again."He said.

A shiver ran down my spine. There was something painfully real in his confession, a man who had lost everything but still clung to a single thread of hope. I reached out tentatively, brushing my fingers over his arm where the scars marked him like faded warnings. 

"You don't care about yourself anymore?"I asked.

He shook his head, a bitter smile ghosting his lips. 

"Not anymore. I don't matter. What matters is finding her the woman who made me human again."He said.

My throat tightened. I wanted to say something anything to ease his burden. But words felt small against the weight of his sorrow. Instead, I just sat there quietly, letting the silence stretch between us. Zeyrith's voice echoed teasingly in my mind. 

"Look at you, softening already. Careful, Mei Shen, the tragic hero might just be your undoing."He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, but even as I did, I knew there was truth in the god's words. This stranger, this broken man, was unravelling something inside me I thought was long buried and as I watched him struggle beneath the weight of his past, a fierce determination bloomed within me, I wouldn't let him fall. Not while I still had breath to fight.