Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Just as Gu Xiao was about to sink to the bottom of the water, a figure rushed over like lightning and quickly pulled her to the surface.

When Gu Xiao was rescued and brought ashore, she looked extremely weak and disheveled.

Furong's face turned slightly pale, and after a while, she managed to spit out a mouthful of murky muddy water.

As he spat out that mouthful of murky water, he slowly opened his eyes.

At first, her vision was blurry, and the scene before her was as if seen through a thick fog. But gradually, as her consciousness returned, she could see her surroundings and the kind person who had just saved her life.

The man sat in a wooden wheelchair, wearing a snow-white straight-collar robe. Perhaps due to his physical condition, his face was slightly pale, but his handsome appearance was still undeniable.

Her black hair was simply tied up with a silver ribbon, without a crown or hairpins, and the silver ribbon danced in the evening breeze.

Upon careful recollection, she realized she had only met the person before her once. The scene was still vivid in her mind, as clear as if it had happened just yesterday.

I remember it was when I first entered the mansion; the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was gentle.

Gu Xiao was climbing up a big tree, trying to pick up her cousin's kite that she had accidentally dropped. However, perhaps because she was too focused on her task, or perhaps because the branches couldn't support her weight, she suddenly lost her balance and slid straight down from the tree.

At the critical moment, a figure caught her steadily as she was about to fall to the ground. When she regained her senses, she found herself in a warm and firm embrace, and the owner of that embrace was none other than Ling Nanchen.

At that moment, Ling Yubai happened to be standing next to Ling Nanchen. His handsome face, which looked as if it had stepped out of a painting, even carried a hint of impatience.

Time flies, and now when we see Ling Yubai again, he has become weak and sickly, and even needs the help of others to walk.

Even so, one can still vaguely discern his former charm and spirit from his eyes and brows.

His indifferent and detached gaze swept over Gu Xiao, a scrutiny that disregarded the proper boundaries between men and women, making Gu Xiao extremely embarrassed and annoyed. Just as Gu Xiao was about to speak up and remind him, Ling Yubai suddenly asked, "Have we met somewhere before?"

Gu Xiao cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound less bleak. "My cousin is a benefactor, so naturally he wouldn't remember us nobody."

"You call me cousin?" Ling Yu's handsome brows furrowed slightly, as if trying to recall if there was anyone named Gu Xiao. "Then he must be from my aunt's side. If he's from my aunt's side, that makes things easier!"

Gu Xiao looked at Ling Yubai, who was talking to herself, with confusion. She was a little slow to react. "I was indeed brought to the capital by my aunt. Originally, she wanted to find a good marriage for her, but unfortunately, she ruined it."

Her aunt, who always valued face above all else, cut off all contact with her after she married Ling Nanchen.

Just as Gu Xiao was immersed in her grief, a sudden gust of cold wind blew into her body like a ghost, making her shiver uncontrollably. She bit her lip and said in a trembling voice, "Tonight has been so unlucky. I accidentally fell into the lake. Thank you so much for saving me, cousin."

After Gu Xiao managed to utter those two sentences with difficulty, she struggled to stand up and leave the place. However, at that moment, a heavy cloak suddenly fell from the sky and covered her head.

Although it was already autumn, the weather was clearly not cold enough to warrant wearing a cloak. Gu Xiao laboriously peeked her head out from under the cloak's collar and said somewhat shyly, "Actually, cousin, you really don't need to go to such lengths. I don't feel very cold."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yubai's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and she replied calmly, "You just happened to be sitting on my cloak."

His calm tone made it seem as if he were merely stating a trivial fact. Yet, those words were like a sharp sword, instantly silencing Gu Xiao's intended words.

Ling Yubai's handsome, slightly aloof face now wore an air of indifference and detachment. He continued slowly, "I've always been a bit of a germaphobe. Anything that has been touched by someone else, regardless of its value, I won't want anymore. So, consider this cloak as something I've already thrown away."

After saying this, he didn't even glance at Gu Xiao again. He turned around and ordered Mo Feng to push him away gracefully, leaving Gu Xiao standing alone, clutching the cloak tightly in his hand, feeling both amused and exasperated.

It's no wonder that Princess Zhaoyang, who originally wanted to ask the emperor for a marriage decree, cried her heart out and insisted on marrying someone else after only one day of traveling with Ling Yubai.

However, what lay before her were men's clothes! As a young woman still unmarried, it would be utterly inappropriate for her to wear them back so openly. Thinking this, Gu Xiao hesitated. Just as she was about to remove the garment, a sudden gust of biting cold wind swept through, howling and engulfing her.

The wind seemed to have eyes, rushing straight towards Gu Xiao and instantly piercing through her slender body. Gu Xiao felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart, quickly spreading throughout her entire body; even her heart seemed to be frozen solid by the cold wind.

Faced with such terrible weather, Gu Xiao had no choice but to compromise. She gently pulled up her collar, trying to warm herself up a little, then buried her head deep into the large cloak again, as if that would shield her from the cold and strange looks. Then, she quickened her pace and hurriedly left the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Not long after Gu Xiao and Ling Yubai left, Liu Sangning, accompanied by her personal maid, stumbled into the small pavilion in the center of the lake, like a headless fly.