Chapter 132 Day 23 of Transmigrating into a Vintage CEO Novel

Chapter 132: The Twenty-Third Day of Transmigrating into an Old-School CEO Novel

Gu Mingzhi was about to rush out, trying to pull An Yi along with him, his movements filled with an unquestionable anxiety.

Any amorous thoughts became utterly insignificant in the face of a possible natural disaster that could threaten their lives.

But An Yi sat perfectly still. He gently covered Gu Mingzhi's trembling hand with his own. His hand was dry and warm, a stark contrast to Gu Mingzhi's cold, clammy hand.

"Don't rush," An Yi said, his voice still calm, even carrying a hint of reassurance. "The rain will let up soon."

"No way!" Gu Mingzhi cried out, almost incoherent from panic. "The weather warning says it's a torrential downpour! Look at it—there's no way it's stopping anytime soon! We can't gamble on this! An Yi, just listen to me, we have to leave now!"

An Yi looked at him, flustered and frantic, as if ready to throw him over his shoulder and run. He gave a tiny laugh. His smile held a deep calm that Gu Mingzhi couldn't fathom.

"Look," An Yi said without further explanation. He simply raised one hand and pointed casually at the small, clear window of the tent, which the rain was battering.

Gu Mingzhi instinctively followed his gaze.

The next instant, his pupils contracted sharply, the color drained from his face, and he froze as if turned to stone, his breath stopping—

Outside the tent, as far as his eyes could see, the torrential rain—a cascade so thick that nothing was visible—suddenly, right before his eyes, without any warning... stopped.

Yes, stopped.

Countless raindrops the size of beans hung motionless in midair, violating every law of physics.

They kept their plump, round shapes, frozen solid against the black night sky, like a galaxy that had suddenly stopped moving, or a surreal painting on pause—majestic and eerie.

The wind seemed to have vanished too.

The howling that had been wild and frantic moments ago stopped dead, plunging the world into a deathly silence that made your skin crawl.

Only the distant lightning flashes lit up the countless crystal raindrops suspended over the mountains—a scene so stunning it took your breath away.

Gu Mingzhi opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His mind went blank. All his understanding, all his logic, every shred of scientific knowledge he had—shattered and overturned in that single moment.

Rigidly, he turned his head, inch by inch, to look at An Yi beside him.

An Yi still held his arm in that casual, raised pose, his fingertips pale, his expression as calm as if he had just brushed aside a fallen leaf.

His profile, under the soft glow of the camp light, seemed serene and distant. Those deep, unfathomable eyes reflected the bizarre, magnificent scene outside the window, completely undisturbed.

Time seemed to stretch on forever, or perhaps only a moment.

An Yi's fingers twitched almost imperceptibly.

The countless raindrops suspended in the sky, as if receiving a silent command, instantly lost all support and fell gently, in unison, merging back into the water flowing on the ground.

The sound of rain started again, the wind resumed its howling—as if that miraculous scene had never happened.

But Gu Mingzhi knew it wasn't an illusion.

He had seen it with his own eyes.

That moment, defying comprehension and surpassing imagination, had truly occurred.

Right before him.

Controlled by him... by An Yi.

An overwhelming, indescribable shock crashed into Gu Mingzhi's every nerve like a tsunami.

He was ice-cold, his blood seemed to have frozen. He could only stare fixedly at An Yi, his eyes filled with extreme horror, confusion, and a primal awe of an unknown power.

An Yi wasn't human?

Was he an immortal? A monster? Or some... inexplicable existence?

Could it really be that such an extraordinary power existed in this world?

Countless chaotic thoughts crashed through his mind, nearly tearing his sanity apart.

He thought of An Yi's unusual composure, his detached aloofness from everything, those eyes that seemed to see through it all... Now everything made sense.

So *they* were never from the same world.

A cold, crushing sense of inferiority, like a poisonous vine, rapidly coiled around his heart, squeezing until he could barely breathe.

All his previous pride, his struggles, his anxieties, even that reckless kiss moments ago—all of it now seemed so ridiculous, so insignificant, so... not worth mentioning.

How could he dare to like someone who seemed like a deity? How could he think his pitiful, mortal love could move him, could keep him?

The elation of their newly confirmed love vanished instantly. An immense sense of powerlessness and terror almost engulfed him.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips trembling. He wanted to ask something, but didn't know where to start. A thousand words were stuck in his throat, and finally, they condensed into the simplest, most humble, and most terrifying question.

He lifted his head, mustering all his strength to look into those unfathomable eyes, his voice hoarse:

"An Yi... will you leave?"

Asking that question drained almost all his courage. He was afraid to hear the answer, but he had to ask.

An Yi watched him quietly, watching him go from extreme shock to confusion, to the inferiority now barely concealed on his face.

An Yi was silent for a moment.

Then, he let out a quiet laugh.

He raised his hand—this time without using any power—and gently wiped a streak of moisture from Gu Mingzhi's cheek, whether from rain or tears.

The gesture was gentle and soothing.

He looked into Gu Mingzhi's pleading eyes and gave his answer clearly and slowly:

"In this life." He paused, his tone calm but firm: "I'm not leaving."

"In this life."

Gu Mingzhi's heart seemed to clench at those words, then release abruptly.

An Yi wouldn't leave.

But then, the weight of those words hit his racing heart.

"In this life... I'm not leaving."

Then... what about the next lifetime?

So do people really have multiple lifetimes?

He instantly picked up on this hidden, unsettling message.

An Yi's answer was limited to "this lifetime." Did that mean... he had more than one lifetime?

Or would he one day leave in some way he couldn't understand?

But he didn't dare ask any more.

"This lifetime" was enough.

At least in this lifetime, he wouldn't leave.

Gu Mingzhi suddenly reached out and hugged An Yi tightly again, with such force that he seemed to be crushing him into his own bones, as if only that could confirm he was real.

"Okay..." He buried his face deep in An Yi's neck, his voice muffled, trembling as if he'd barely survived: "It's a deal. In this lifetime, you can't back out..."

An Yi let him hold him. He just slightly raised his eyes, looking at the shadow of the tent ceiling swaying in the wind, his gaze seeming to pierce through this small space, toward some distant and unknowable place.