Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Gu Xiao stood there, her brows furrowed, her eyes anxiously searching around. She bent down, carefully examining the ground and bushes around her, but after a thorough search, she still found nothing. As time ticked by, Gu Xiao's anxiety grew stronger.

Just then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she abruptly raised her head and began to quickly look around.

As Gu Xiao's gaze swept across the distance, a pavilion in the middle of the lake came into view. The pavilion stood alone in the middle of the lake, separated from the shore by a distance.

Meanwhile, Ling Yubai, sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, had been watching Gu Xiao's every move. When he saw Gu Xiao finally turn his gaze in their direction, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.

However, just a moment later, Ling Yubai quickly suppressed her smile, gently closed her eyes, and adopted an indifferent and detached demeanor.

Gu Xiao stood there, hesitant. She had initially planned to turn and leave, no longer dwelling on the matter. However, a thought flashed through her mind, and she realized that it wasn't necessarily Ling Nanchen who had found her personal agate. Although the possibility was slim, she wanted to confirm it to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.

Recalling Ling Yubai's attitude towards her when they first met, Gu Xiao thought to herself: With Ling Yubai's arrogant nature, he would not stoop to deceiving a nobody like her.

Soon, Gu Xiao took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and stepped forward to ask.

"Big cousin, have you seen it...?"

Ling Yubai was lounging lazily in his wheelchair, basking in the warm sunshine. A snow-white blanket was gently draped between his knees, while an open book was casually placed above his face, partially obscuring his features and revealing only a few outlines.

Gu Xiao regretted it as soon as she spoke. Ling Yubai looked difficult to get along with, and was sharp-tongued. She must have been out of her mind to think that he would answer her stupid question.

Miss Biao's delicate and melodious voice drifted over, as pleasant as a nightingale's song, but it also carried a faint hint of urgent sobbing. This aggrieved voice pierced Mo Feng's heart, making him wish he could immediately snatch the agate from the young master's arms and return it to Miss Biao.

However, his master remained motionless, sitting there as steadily as a statue.

Mo Feng knew that as a servant, such a rash act would be extremely disrespectful and violate the rules and etiquette. He suppressed his impulse, gritted his teeth, and gently nudged Ling Yubai, who was pretending to be asleep beside him, with his elbow. He then introduced her again in a low voice, "Young Master, this is Miss Ling."

After hearing Mo Feng's reminder, Ling Yubai slowly removed the scroll covering his face, revealing his handsome but expressionless face.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure and impatience in them, as he coldly gazed down at the pavilion. When his gaze fell upon Gu Xiao standing there, he simply asked, "What does my cousin want with me?"

The man's voice was icy and chilling, like a winter wind, devoid of any warmth or care that a normal person should have. If it were before, Gu Xiao would surely have been hurt by such a cold attitude and would have silently hidden away, shedding tears in secret.

But she was no longer the fragile, sensitive woman who only knew how to self-destruct. Faced with Ling Yubai's indifference, she simply raised her head slightly, bravely looking him in the eye without flinching.

Seeing that Ling Yubai wasn't ignoring him, Gu Xiao decided to stop dwelling on it and went straight to the point, "Did you see a piece of agate, the red kind, about the size of a jujube, just now, cousin?"

"No!" Ling Yubai didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, interrupting Gu Xiao's narration in an extremely indifferent tone, as if what Gu Xiao was talking about had nothing to do with him, and coldly said, "I have never seen it."

Just then, Mo Feng, who had reached out to take the agate, froze in mid-air. His hand stopped just inches away from Ling Yu Bai's chest, and after a brief pause, a barely perceptible look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

However, Mo Feng reacted quickly, withdrawing his hand and seemingly casually adjusting Ling Yu Bai's collar, saying, "Young Master, be careful not to catch a cold!" In this way, Gu Xiao did not notice anything amiss with his slightly out-of-character behavior.

Gu Xiao was actually prepared for this answer. After all, she had only approached this matter with a try-it-and-see attitude, so she didn't have high expectations.

So he bowed slightly to Ling Yubai as a gesture of respect and said sincerely, "If you happen to see this in the future, please be sure to tell me. That agate is a keepsake left to me by my mother. It has great significance to me and is very important."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yubai remained expressionless, his handsome face as cold and sculpted as ever, and he replied indifferently, "Of course." From his demeanor and tone, it was clear that he did not seem to show much interest in Gu Xiao's request.

Although Ling Yubai seemed somewhat cold and indifferent, he had at least promised to help keep an eye on the whereabouts of the agate. Thinking of this, Gu Xiao felt a slight sense of relief.

Because no matter what, this is much better than getting no response at all, and at least for now, the situation doesn't seem too bad.

"Thank you, cousin." Gu Xiao thanked Ling Yubai again with deep gratitude.

When she got up and looked at Ling Yubai again, she belatedly realized that a thick blanket was covering Ling Yubai's legs.

Although the sun was still shining brightly and the weather wasn't cold enough to warrant extra warmth, it seemed he had reached the point of being terminally ill and extremely weak.

Gu Xiao slowly stood up, her gaze silently falling on Ling Yubai, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

Ling Yubai was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling yet fleeting. His light illuminated everything around him, but vanished into the boundless darkness in an instant.

Gazing at this fleeting beauty, a faint sadness welled up in Gu Xiao's heart. This sadness was like a gentle spring breeze, softly brushing against her heart, leaving behind an indescribable sense of melancholy.

These subtle changes in emotion naturally did not escape the eyes of Ling Yubai, who had been watching her closely.

Ling Yubai gently put down the book he hadn't even turned the pages of. His slender fingers gracefully left the pages, the movement so light it was almost imperceptible.

As Mo Feng watched Gu Xiao's figure gradually disappear from sight, he finally couldn't suppress his intense curiosity and doubts and asked directly, "Young Master, Miss Biao's agate is clearly with you, so why are you so reluctant to return it to her?"

Ling Yubai did not immediately respond to Mo Feng's question. Instead, she gazed thoughtfully in the direction Gu Xiao had left, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if trying to discern some secret through the distance.

After a short while, he slowly opened his lips and uttered a seemingly unrelated question: "Is she engaged?"

Mo Feng was somewhat bewildered by this sudden question, but he still answered honestly, "Not yet, but... how could this have anything to do with returning the agate? I really don't understand."

Seeing Mo Feng's bewildered expression, Ling Yubai didn't seem inclined to explain further. She simply waved her hand dismissively and decisively ordered, "Alright, you don't need to know the reason. Go and tell your aunt that a grand poetry gathering will be held at our residence in a few days, and we will definitely invite talented people from all walks of life to attend. Remember, this matter must be settled as soon as possible!"