Chapter 9- Lost child

The night gave way, and soon morning followed, the bright light of day accompanied by a cold rain that drenched the entire forest.

The leaves basked in the downpour, washing away the crimson gore that had been spilled the night before.

The forest seemed as if nothing eventful had occurred, and the bodies of the soldiers were submerged in the waters, carried away by the low stream caused by the downpour.

A couple who should have been ensconced in their home, reveling in the morning, was instead running in the rain, their soft tunics drenched.

The woman was a blonde with a slender body, her skin smooth, and her face like the glimmering rays of a saintess, with a golden eye that bestowed her with so much grace.

The man she danced with in the rain was a young, muscular Man, bearing a scar over his nose that did not detract from the shine of his red eyes.

His curly hair was wet from the rain and his entire demeanor – though free-spirited – was imbued with the aura of a battle-hardened warrior.

Together they played in the rain and ran forward, filling the cold embrace of the forest with so much love.

The lady drew the young man to her, kissing him passionately as she shivered in the cold.

His hands enveloped her for a moment, then lifted her, slowly laying her down.

The rain poured down relentlessly. Yet these two seemed not to care.

The man slowly undid the laces of her tunic, a cocky grin on his face, while she watched him carefully, observing his actions.

After fully opening the tunic, he was about to remove his own shirt when both of them heard a strange sound.

Both froze, exchanging puzzled glances.

"You heard that too?" the golden beauty asked.

Her love grinned roguishly. "I definitely did. Perhaps we're so eager for a baby that we're hearing things."

She frowned. "No, it sounded quite re-"

The man leaned a kiss towards her. With a crooked smile, he said:

"It must be our future child announcing." His hands suggestively caressed her rain-slicked body. "Making love here will surely bless us."

"But dear, we've tried everywhere - the mall, rooftops, even bars! You said the same thing each time..."

His smile only widened at her complaint. "Yet did we hear a babe those other times?"

Biting her lip, she shook her head.

"No…"

The man allowed his crooked smile again.

"Then are you still doubting me now?"

She sighed and shrugged.

"I guess we just have to see for ourselves then."

Her reluctance shifted to sultry heat. Wrapping slender arms around his thick neck, she pulled his face to hers, kissing aggressively. Her long legs snaked around his muscular waist.

Meanwhile…

'These bastards are really having a go at it huh! How about I watch a little and just when he is about to put it inside, I scream the hell'

That was Chen Heng's plan but he couldn't hold it in any longer. The impulse to scream strangely was something he had no control over.

He had been exposed to the cold for an entire night, he felt like his lungs were going to freeze out and all he wanted to do was just let out a deafening cry and disturb the entire world

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Suddenly, as Chen Heng was thinking about such things 

he remembered the words of Boater when he was in the underworld

"How good is your tolerance," the boater asked

"W...Why"

"Well when you are born in that world, you will feel like committing suicide"

and, the statement was entirely true, during the entire night Chen Heng could think of nothing more than death

To go to his original world, Chen Heng tried to sleep, but he couldn't do it, because of intense pain in his stomach, caused by hunger

Although Chen Heng wanted to hold his scream and enjoy, what he was watching, the impulse won over him.

A loud cry escaped the cluster of grass next to them, startling the couple.

"Oh bless God! It wasn't our heads. Greg, it's a baby!"

The young lady exclaimed while her husband withdrew, his face heavy with disappointment.

She adjusted her clothes, covering her breast, and shifted towards the grass beside them, digging through it with her hands.

Her eyes suddenly grew wide as she felt something. She wrapped her hands gently around it and pulled it out, only for her eyes to even widen more, her husband moved towards her, adjusting the strap of his trousers and tightening it.

"Wow… it's really a baby. And it's not in our heads." He repeated.

She took the baby in her arms, her eyes shining with so much passion.

"This silk…" her husband intoned, "...I'm guessing her parents are really rich… nobility perhaps."

"What do we do?"

She turned her gleaming eyes to her husband, grasping the baby tightly in her arms.

Greg looked at his wife for a few seconds, the way her eyes were looking at him…

"...no…" He shook his head, "No no no, we can't do that babe."

"Come on. Do you know what could have happened to her parents?"

"Babe, we should look for a way to find her parents, not keep her. We can't keep her."

"Dear, it's a boy. You keep saying her." She corrected her husband with a giggle.

"And how exactly can you tell? Can't you see her eyes, her white hair… which boy has such beautiful eyes." He retorted.

"Alright then… how about we make a bet."

Greg narrowed his eyes.

"You are going to use a bet to have it your way. Okay then, your loss because I'm very sure this little one here is a girl, I mean look at her eyes."

"If it's a girl, we look for her parents and let it all go but if it's a boy, we get to keep him and I raise him as my son and never mention the origin of his parents, not to him, not to anyone."

"Alright then." Greg grinned. He was sure that the baby was a girl

Then carefully both of them pulled down the silk that was covering the baby.

Immediately they did, a sprinkle of liquid shot into the face of the husband, persisting for a while and then going down low. The baby giggled and jerked his leg as he saw how he had besmirched the young man's face with his pee.

"Oh oh, he's got a little whinnie here…" His wife said happily, playing with his little thing.

While Greg was very dejected.

"Seriously what boy has beautiful eyes like his?!"

He grumbled but soon went silent. And watched the way his wife adorned the little baby, the beautiful look in her eyes as she gently swung him in her arms.

After a short while, he spoke:

"We will keep him. But should we discover who his parents are, please Eisha let's not withhold anything and give him back."

She looked at her husband, lights of joy dancing in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, I promise! We will!"

"Well then... what should we name him?" Greg inquired, looking into the child's enchanting blue eyes.

"You, give him a name. You are his father."

Greg thought for a while, 

"Garen! What about Garen! since it looks very similar to my name, and my father always used to call me Garen, we can honor his spirit by giving the child that name"

"Greg your father is still alive," Eisha said with an annoyed look

"Cough...Cough why is that old bastard still alive" Greg mumbled

Eisha gave a swift hand chop on his head, don't say bad thinking about father

"yes, yes, yes" Greg raised his hand in surrender

Eisha's expression contorted a little. She didn't look too sure about that name.

"Oh, well... I don't know... Garen sounds."

"Unique!" Greg added on her behalf.

Seeing the glow in his eyes, she yielded.

"Alright, fine. Garen" She answered, rolling her eyes.

And that was how Chen Heng was found by two strange countryside couples and began his life as Garen.

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