Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

“Every year on this day, you would pester me to make your favorite glutinous rice balls, saying that this was your ‘little sun day’.”

As he said this, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on Sui Si's lips.

A faint light flickered in Sui Si's eyes, as if he could see through the person in front of him the little girl from many years ago, with her crooked hair and a sweet cake in her hand, smiling at him with her eyes crinkled.

"Now, it also becomes your day of rebirth."

He paused, a barely perceptible sob suddenly rising in his voice, "I've waited too long for this day."

He loosened his grip on Ran Cang's wrist, but quickly grabbed it again, as if afraid that if he let go, the person would disappear into the vastness of time and space.

"Brother specially made a cake, Ayu, have a taste."

Sui Si gently placed the gift box with the sunflower pattern on the counter to the side and carefully untied the bow with the silver bell tied to it.

As the gift box was opened, the rich aroma of cream mixed with the sweet scent of the cake spread out, and the fresh strawberries on top were so red and juicy that they looked like red plums blooming in the snow.

"This time I didn't put in the almond slivers you hate,"

Sui Si cut off a small piece of cake with a fork and handed it to Ran Cang, his eyes following Ran Cang's expression closely.

"The cream was also whipped to be on the sweeter side, and I added some of your favorite vanilla seeds."

As he spoke, the silver bell suddenly swayed gently, emitting a clear and melodious sound.

In a daze, the sound of wind chimes seemed to overlap with the sound of them hanging under the eaves in a small world in my memory.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Seeing that Ran Cang was just staring blankly at the cake and didn't move for a long time, Sui Si smiled and coaxed him, his tone filled with the patience and doting affection of coaxing a child.

"Let's toast to rebirth—though we don't have any wine, cake will do."

He shook the fork in his hand, and the strawberries on the cake trembled slightly.

"After you finish this bite, all the days to come will be sweet."

Ran Cang trembled as he took the fork, the strawberries on the cake blurring into a bright red blur before his eyes.

The sweet aroma of cream mixed with vanilla fills the nostrils, and memories sealed away by time suddenly surge like a tide.

She took a bite of the cake, the soft, creamy texture melting on her tongue, but tears uncontrollably streamed down her face and landed on the plate.

"Your cooking skills are as good as ever..."

Her words were cut off by a sob, "It's sweet, so why... why does my heart feel so heavy..."

She frantically wiped away her tears, her cream-stained fingers leaving messy marks on her face.

Sui Si knelt by the bedside, wiping away his tears with her warm palms, her fingertips gently tracing the reddened and swollen eyes:

"If you want to cry, just cry. Your brother is here."

Ran Cang, like a wronged child, grabbed his sleeve and began to ramble on about the past:

"I remember when we were little... you would always secretly smear icing on the tip of my nose and say I looked like a little kitten..."

As she spoke, she burst into laughter through her tears, "Thinking back now, how could the pastries back then have been so sweet..."

After the two finished sharing the cake and glutinous rice balls, Ran Cang's words became increasingly fragmented, sometimes recounting childhood anecdotes, and sometimes asking about the changes in the world over the years.

Sui Si listened quietly, occasionally offering a few words of agreement, his gaze always gently fixed on Ran Cang.

As the last bite of dessert was swallowed, a soft golden light emanated from his palm, and spiritual energy seeped into Ran Cang's body like a gentle stream.

"The spiritual sea is still trembling, and the meridians are extremely fragile."

Sui Si frowned slightly, and when he withdrew his spiritual power, the cool body temperature of Ran Cang still lingered on his fingertips.

"The rebirth process was too taxing; I must rest in bed for the next two weeks."

He gently tucked the blanket around Ran Cang's side, saying, "Don't try to suppress any spiritual energy fluctuations. I'm here."

Ran Cang nodded obediently, her hair brushing against Sui Si's hand like a feather.

"I'll do whatever my brother says."

Looking into those trusting eyes, Sui Si couldn't help but ruffle the other person's fluffy hair.

After clearing away the dishes, Sui Si tied the trash bag tightly, then suddenly spoke as if remembering something:

"I've been invited to a book signing event soon,"

He turned to look at Ran Cang, who was leaning against the headboard, and asked, "Why don't you come along and get acquainted with this world?"

Ran Cang's eyes lit up instantly, then she paused slightly.

She tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked as if she had remembered something:

"When is that autograph session that my brother mentioned?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the garbage bag in Sui Si's hand made a slight rustling sound.

"Let's talk about it when you can get out of bed and walk around. There's no rush."

As he stood up, Ran Cang gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Did my brother write a book?"

Ran Cang looked up, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. "May I take a look?"

Sui Si's back straightened instantly, and memories flooded back like a tide—the words he typed in the dead of night, the stories woven from longing and obsession, all now turned into scorching hot irons, burning his heart.

Why did you suddenly want to watch this?

He forced a calm smile and said, "Will you go to the rooftop garden to see the stars tomorrow? I heard there's a meteor shower going on."

"I would like to know."

Ran Cang stubbornly clutched the hem of his clothes, "How did you get through the days when 'Happy Fruit' wasn't here...?"

On those nights when you can't see the way home, do you find yourself restless and unable to sleep again?

Her voice grew softer and softer, yet every word struck Sui Si's heart.

Sui Si felt a tightness in his throat, and the loneliness and longing he had hidden in his words now welled up in his eyes with a bittersweet feeling.

He slowly sat down and placed Ran Cang's hand under the covers:

"This book...records many of our stories, and also many of our lost dear friends."

His thumb gently rubbed the bag in his hand.

And then there's my own regret.

I regret not being able to protect you, I regret letting you face that darkness alone…

Ran Cang suddenly sat up and gently hugged Sui Si's waist with an embrace still carrying the aroma of cake:

"Now I'm back."

She whispered, "From now on, it's my turn to protect my brother."

Sui Si felt his heart skip a beat, and all his defenses collapsed at that moment.

Sometimes, you don't need to say much; simple, sincere words can be very moving.

"it is good."

He gently pulled Ran Cang back into bed, his fingertips stroking the other's soft hair.

“When you wake up, I will not only show you the book, but also bring you all my diaries from these past years.”

His voice was tinged with laughter, "But it's a deal, you're not allowed to laugh at me for talking too much."

Ran Cang nestled in the blankets, a smile spreading across her face, like a contented kitten.

"Then I want to eat lots and lots of glutinous rice balls while watching this."

"It's all up to you."

Sui Si turned off the bedside lamp for her, and the moonlight shone through the gauze curtains onto Ran Cang's face, giving her a soft halo.

He bent down and gently gathered the stained-gray quilt.

"Sleep well, Ayu. In your dreams... I'll take you to the most beautiful sugar painting stall and spin the biggest dragon-shaped sugar painting."

Ran Cang's eyelids grew heavy, and in her drowsy state, she grasped Sui Si's hand:

"Pinky promise...it's a deal..."

Sui Si smiled and hooked her little finger with his finger. Watching Ran Cang's breathing gradually become longer and more even, he gently withdrew his hand.

He stood by the bed, gazing at the sleeping person, as if he still couldn't believe it was real.

Under the moonlight, Ran Cang's serene sleeping face gradually overlapped with the little girl in my memory.

Those long years spent alone, those words filled with longing, now have the most perfect answer.

Sui Si tiptoed to the desk and pulled out the manuscript hidden at the bottom.

On the yellowed pages, countless thoughts of longing and waiting are hidden in the densely packed handwriting.

He gently turned to the first page and read softly in the moonlight:

Today is May 25th, the 2555th day since Ayu left...

Outside the window, the night breeze blew, and the wind chimes made a crisp sound.

Sui Si looked at the person on the bed, a gentle smile curving his lips.

This time, he no longer had to express his longing to the empty room, because his little sun had finally returned.

"Today is May 25th, the first day of Ayu's return..."