Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"Sister, cough cough, I'm not feeling well, let's go inside! It's a bit windy here. Cough cough!" Duan Jiufeng coughed softly, and with his face, he perfectly captured the essence of Lin Daiyu's sickly beauty.

Who could bear to refuse such a stunning beauty?

"Drink this. If you're not feeling well, why did you come out?" Qin Baobao dragged him into the house.

"My sister likes to sunbathe, and I don't want to make things difficult for her." Green tea benefits everyone who drinks it; those who understand, understand.

"Wait a little longer, we'll be able to leave soon!" The two people's voices grew softer and softer until they disappeared from sight.

An angel, a dwarf, and an elf remained in the courtyard, silent. For some reason, listening to the man's words gave off a strange feeling. What was strange about it? He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

After vampires were largely eradicated, the dwarves and elves, after several attempts, found this place. Discovering that vampire cubs were being taught here, they stayed.

Seeing the two people enter the room, Miler clenched her fists. She felt that the scene was both familiar and jarring. She tried hard to recall, but her mind went blank.

He has been here for three years, during which time he has been getting to know everything about this place and has gradually come to like it.

only……

Miler glanced at the closed doors and windows again, feeling uneasy. A voice inside him kept telling him that all of that should belong to him.

He tried to suppress the voice in his heart, telling himself that he was his younger brother and he should give in to him and not compete with him. But the voice in his heart only became more piercing.

What's yours is yours, why should you give it up? Take it, and it's yours to keep. Look! He called everyone away as soon as he arrived, just in case you stayed even a second longer.

You treat him like a younger brother, but he doesn't see you as an older brother at all!

The dwarf chieftain beside him looked up at the sky and then at the leaves. The sun was shining brightly, and the leaves, their bark peeling off, drooped listlessly from the branches, motionless. "Where's the wind coming from? Is this kid crazy?"

The elven chieftain tugged at his sleeve and gestured towards Miler.

This blockhead, all he does is fiddle with his gadgets. His older brother is right there, and he's already saying his younger brother is crazy. Even if the younger brother really is crazy, you can't just say it out loud! How embarrassing!

The dwarf chieftain frowned, puzzled, as he watched the man twisting his neck and grimacing. "What's wrong? Is your neck uncomfortable? My son has recently been researching a little gadget that's very helpful for treating neck problems..."

He's such a blockhead! Hopeless.

The elven chieftain gave an awkward smile to Miler, who was looking over.

Besides an awkward but polite smile, what else can I do now?

The elven chieftain was extremely irritable and was practically driven mad by this blockhead!

How can there be someone with such low emotional intelligence in the world? And he's even a tribal chief! The future of the dwarves is bleak!

What was the elven chieftain trying to say? Miler knew perfectly well. He was simply saying that he, the third wheel, was always interrupting the little time the two of them had left.

But he'd gotten used to seeing his younger brother vomit blood more than ten times a day. He even thought his brother was acting because he saw him coming. Judging by the amount of blood he was vomiting, he'd probably vomited up all the blood in his body.

Unexpectedly, my younger brother died three days later; his death was very sudden.

Miler rushed into her younger brother's room. Arthur lay peacefully on the bed. His hands gently rested on his abdomen. Miler realized for the first time how thin her brother was. His hands were as thin as chicken claws, and his body was as thin as a piece of paper.

What made him ignore his younger brother's increasingly frail body? It was... that person's name, which he couldn't even bring himself to say. A moral condemnation tormented him, like a slow, agonizing torture, cutting him piece by piece.

"Son! Where is my son Arthur?" Arthur's mother looked around, finally fixing her gaze on the bed where Arthur's body lay.

"Son!" Miler stumbled from the impact of Arthur's mother's collision, watching her wailing and lamenting over a corpse. "Son, what should I do? Ella is dead, no one can save you."

Ella?

Miler turned her head and looked around. There were quite a few people in the room, but Aila was nowhere to be seen.

Arthur is dead, so why isn't Ella here? Is she finally free of a burden and celebrating somewhere?

Miler searched the entire yard and found Ella under a willow tree. She was chatting and laughing with someone, and for some reason, Miler felt a little angry. When she went over, she found that there was no one there except Ella.

Miler stood there, stunned, unsure of what to say.

"Is something the matter?" Ella was clearly pleased, her eyes still smiling. He must not have been mistaken; there really was someone there.

Miler looked around again. The area was open, and there was nothing to hide in except for the willow tree. It was clear that the person couldn't be hiding in the willow tree.

Miler's gaze towards Ella became somewhat complicated.

It's unbelievable that two people could love each other so much; one died, and the other went completely insane. They started laughing and talking to thin air.

At this moment, Miler was jealous, more jealous than ever before.

This jealousy didn't last long. Aila left, entrusting the angel academy to him and then gone. Without a second thought, she suddenly departed, not even taking her favorite little white bird with her.

At first, Miler thought she was just going out to clear her head, but once she left, she never came back.

Miler began searching every year, but always to no avail. People he knew advised him to give up, and after countless failures, he convinced himself to give up.

But during his breaks, he couldn't control his legs and went out again. Searching seemed to have become a habit.

Three years later, in a small town to the east, Miler discovered a person who looked exactly like Ella, and this person was also named Ella.

Miler couldn't help but step forward to acknowledge her, but she didn't recognize him at all, and her gaze was polite yet distant.

Seeing the girl about to turn and leave, he couldn't help but ask her, "Do you know Arthur?"

Ella turned her head in surprise. "Didn't Arthur die a few years ago?"

There's no mistake, this is Ella. For some reason, she's forgotten everything about the City of Angels. Even Arthur's death has been given a plausible reason.

“Arthur and his mother were killed by vampires a few years ago. I don’t know where you heard that from. Maybe we’re not even talking about the same person.”

Ella looked at him with sympathy. "Arthur and I grew up together. Arthur's parents only had one child, and I've never heard of Arthur having any older brothers. I know you're sad to lose your brother, but you have to look forward. Everything will be alright."

"Thank you for your comforting words. I may have mistaken you for someone else. If you don't mind, may I come to your house for a glass of water?"

"Of course, I live alone, but the people here are very kind and honest. I grew up here, and everyone has taken good care of me. Where are you from, sir?"

"The City of Angels." Miler inexplicably blurted out this place.

"Wow, you must be really amazing, otherwise you wouldn't live there. I heard that the goddess who saved humanity lives there and even runs an academy there. I wish I had the chance to go and see her."

"There will be a chance."