Free Web NovelChapter 157: Extra 2. City of Helior 2.
Bai Li would finish a late inspection and find a message from Yan Cijin waiting on her wrist band. A little pictogram of a moon, or a cup, or sometimes just a single word like "come." Yan Cijin would pretend she was only asking for help with a stubborn frame or a failed heater coil, but by the time Bai Li arrived there would always be two cups ready and a soft lamp on in the studio, with Yan Cijin looking up from her work as if she had been waiting all day for that exact sound of footsteps.
They learned each other slowly.
Bai Li learned that Yan Cijin had a habit of humming when she was concentrating, so quiet that it was almost a secret. She hummed while sewing, while mixing color, while arranging flowers in a vase. Bai Li learned that Yan Cijin never liked being cold, not really cold, and always tucked her hands under Bai Li’s sleeves when they sat close on the balcony in winter. Yan Cijin learned that Bai Li looked tough but was very easy to fluster when praised sincerely. She learned that Bai Li remembered little things with frightening accuracy, like the exact name of Yan Cijin’s favorite tea cake or the way she liked her hair pinned on the left side when she worked. She learned that Bai Li had a soft spot for stray bots and would stop in the middle of a serious day to help a broken service drone get its wheel back on track.
The first time Bai Li kissed Yan Cijin was not at the right moment, which made it perfect.
They had spent the evening in Yan Cijin’s studio after a rainstorm left the streets glittering. A mural commission had gone wrong because the pigment batch reacted to the humidity, and Yan Cijin had been frustrated in that quiet, polite way of hers that was somehow more dangerous than shouting. Bai Li, trying to help, had climbed a ladder to adjust the upper lantern panel and nearly knocked herself into a shelf. Yan Cijin had laughed, then scolded her, then laughed again when Bai Li turned and said, "You are smiling. So I think I fixed the problem."
"You are impossible," Yan Cijin had said.
Bai Li came down from the ladder, stood in front of her, and looked at her for a long second. "And yet you keep inviting me back."
Yan Cijin should have answered with another teasing remark. Instead she went quiet.
The room had gone still. The sound of the rain outside had softened into the glass. Bai Li reached up, tucked a loose strand of hair behind Yan Cijin’s ear, and asked, "Can I kiss you?"
Yan Cijin’s lashes fluttered once. Then she nodded.
The kiss was slow and soft and a little shaky at the edges. Not because either of them wanted it less, but because wanting had just become real. Bai Li’s hand settled at Yan Cijin’s waist like it had always belonged there. Yan Cijin’s fingers caught in the front of Bai Li’s work coat, holding her in place like she might float away if she let go.
When they pulled apart, Yan Cijin looked dazed. Bai Li looked even worse, which was to say she looked deeply satisfied and completely doomed.
"That," Yan Cijin said in a very small voice, "was unfair." freewebnσvel.cѳm
Bai Li smiled. "You said yes."
Yan Cijin stared at her for a second, then pushed lightly at her shoulder. "Go home before I make you sleep on the floor."
Bai Li caught her wrist, kissed her knuckles, and said, "You would miss me."
Yan Cijin, who never gave up too easily, said, "Maybe a little."
After that, they stopped pretending.
Their romance did not arrive like a storm. It came like a house being built one careful beam at a time. Bai Li started leaving her spare jacket in Yan Cijin’s studio because Yan Cijin always stole it anyway. Yan Cijin started keeping a favorite tea blend in a cabinet marked with Bai Li’s name, though she denied it was romantic and claimed it was just practical. Bai Li started bringing small gifts home from work, things like polished bolts shaped like stars, tiny mechanical birds, and a rare copper filament that reflected light like liquid gold. Yan Cijin started making Bai Li eat dinner before she got lost in work again. Bai Li started making Yan Cijin laugh in public, which Yan Cijin pretended not to like but obviously adored.
The world around them changed too.
Helior’s family laws had shifted decades earlier when reproductive science reached the point where two women could conceive a child through a combined genomic weaving process. The child would inherit a carefully balanced blend from both mothers, not as a simple copy of one or the other, but as a real synthesis. Clinics offered full-body prenatal support, neural safety checks, and emotional synchronization for parents choosing to carry, or to share the child through the entire growth process in a cradle chamber. The old debates had mostly faded. People still talked, of course. People always talked. But the law was settled. Love was recognized. Biology had finally caught up with what hearts had known all along.
Bai Li and Yan Cijin talked about it for a long time before they ever made a decision. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
They sat one night on Yan Cijin’s balcony, where the city lights spread out below them like a river of stars. Bai Li held two cups of warm milk. Yan Cijin wrapped both hands around hers and listened while Bai Li admitted she had never really imagined family before. Not because she did not want one. Just because no one had ever made it feel possible in a way that belonged to her.
Yan Cijin rested her head against Bai Li’s shoulder. "I have imagined it," she admitted. "More than once."
Bai Li turned to look at her. "With me?"
Yan Cijin looked embarrassed for about half a second, which was honestly rare. "Yes, with you. You are very easy to imagine in a future."
Bai Li laughed under her breath, then kissed the top of her head. "Good. Because I keep imagining it too."
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TO BE CONTINUED.
