Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 79: The Words Left Unsaid

Chapter 79: The Words Left Unsaid

Shen Xinghui had no destination.

Of course, he didn’t—he had no map, no compass, no way of knowing where he was going.

The only thing driving him forward was the need to get away from Ignatius’s estate.

That was his only goal.

Even so, he was alive.

There were witnesses—people who had seen him.

He hadn’t been kidnapped by those with ill intentions.

He hadn’t been caught in an accident.

He was surviving, making his own choices.

That alone brought a small, fragile sense of relief.

"Feeling better now, Ignatius?"

Augustine gave him a wry smile.

Ignatius nodded quietly.

"I’ll search around the last known sighting."

"Eat something first."

"..."

His gaze dropped.

Ever since Shen Xinghui had disappeared, food had lost all joy.

He only ate to sustain himself—bread and water, or barely cooked meat.

Nothing had flavor.

Nothing mattered.

Every moment spent eating felt wasted.

He needed to search.

Before he had found even a trace of Shen Xinghui’s movements, he had even wandered into human towns.

He had known it was dangerous, that surviving alone for so long must have been difficult for Shen Xinghui—

But doing nothing was worse.

"Here, my wife’s favorite cookies. You can eat them on the go."

Augustine handed him a small package.

"...Thanks."

Ignatius took it and resumed his search.

But the trail ended.

There were no new sightings, no new leads.

A month had passed.

Finally, Ignatius had no choice but to issue a search notice across the entire black dragon territory.

Shen Xinghui was running from him.

If he saw the notice, he would likely flee even further.

That fear had kept Ignatius from acting sooner.

But he had reached his limit.

Even if Shen Xinghui kept running, even if he didn’t want to be found—

As long as there was information, he would follow.

No matter what.

The day after the notice was posted, a magic-delivered letter arrived for Ignatius.

The unfamiliar envelope in his hands pulsed with a presence he knew all too well.

Shen Xinghui.

There was no mistake—the lingering trace of his thoughts, his emotions—Ignatius could feel them.

He clutched the letter to his chest, inhaling shakily before tearing it open.

The sender was someone named Henry, a name he had never heard before.

As he read, Ignatius fell silent, rooted to the spot.

The letter detailed how Henry had taken Shen Xinghui in and cared for him.

A month ago, Henry’s wife had found Shen Xinghui by chance in the royal capital.

He had seemed troubled, carrying a burden she couldn’t ignore.

When she learned that he was searching for work, she and her husband couldn’t bring themselves to let him go.

They had offered him a position at their small restaurant, and Shen Xinghui had accepted.

According to the letter, he was working well, smiling, fitting in with the staff.

But at night, there were times he looked deeply troubled.

Yesterday, one of their regular customers had mentioned seeing the search notice.

Shen Xinghui had reacted strangely.

When they pressed him about it, he finally spoke about Ignatius.

And so, Henry had written this letter.

Ignatius exhaled, relief flooding through him.

Shen Xinghui was safe.

He was smiling.

He had found a place where he was cared for.

No amount of gratitude would be enough for Henry and his wife.

They had protected Shen Xinghui when he was lost and alone.

Should he go to him?

Would Shen Xinghui want to see him?

Would he turn away?

Ignatius hesitated—until his eyes caught the last lines of the letter.

"Shen Xinghui has not yet been able to put an end to his relationship with you. His heart still lingers by your side.

Please, speak to him directly.

I have told Shen Xinghui that he must face you properly, and he has agreed.

I ask you—please, meet with him once more."

That was all Ignatius needed.

"Ronble! I found him—I’m going to get him!"

Without waiting for a reply, he burst out the door, transforming into his dragon form midair and streaking toward the royal capital.

He was going to bring Shen Xinghui home.

...

The moment he arrived in the capital, he rushed toward the restaurant mentioned in the letter.

He found the door and shoved it open, his heart pounding.

And there, sitting crouched on the floor directly in front of him, was Shen Xinghui.

The loud noise startled him.

He jumped, eyes widening as they met Ignatius’s.

"...Ah."

Shen Xinghui remained frozen, staring at Ignatius.

Had he lost a little weight?

Maybe.

But his complexion wasn’t poor.

That alone filled Ignatius with relief.

When he saw Shen Xinghui’s expression—on the verge of tears—his heart overflowed with emotion.

It was Shen Xinghui.

He was alive.

That simple fact shattered the restraint Ignatius had barely been holding onto.

He closed the distance in an instant, wrapping Shen Xinghui in a firm embrace before he could protest.

Shen Xinghui tensed in his arms, but Ignatius held him tighter, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions—pain, joy, regret, longing.

He had planned to apologize the moment they met.

But the first words that spilled from his lips were different.

"I love you, Shen Xinghui."

He whispered it against his ear.

Yes.

That was the only thing he should have said from the very beginning.

Not withdrawing in cowardice out of fear of rejection.

Not trying to manipulate time to slowly ease into Shen Xinghui’s heart.

He should have just said it.

Even if Shen Xinghui rejected him, he should have kept saying it.

Over and over again.

"I love you."

"I care about you."

He should have whispered those words relentlessly, made sure they reached Shen Xinghui’s heart.

If he had done that, things wouldn’t have come to this.

"I love you."

"But—"

Shen Xinghui’s voice was strained, filled with pain.

Ignatius understood.

He knew he deserved to be blamed.

Shen Xinghui was probably wondering why he was saying this now.

But no matter how long it took, he had to convey it all—where his feelings began, how they grew, what he had been thinking when he pushed Shen Xinghui away.