I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

The huge umbrella kept the torrential rain out completely.

The raindrops fell in sheets, like curtains sliding down the edge of the umbrella.

The inside and outside of the umbrella seemed to be separated into two worlds.

Besides the sound of rain, all I could hear was silence and the pounding of my own heart.

Xie Yan squatted on the ground, looking up at the tall, fair-skinned boy in a disheveled state, her mind blank.

I was so confused, it felt like I was dreaming.

Her mind was still reeling from the recent breakdown, and she was completely unable to react.

"Shen Yan..."

Xie Yan hurriedly stood up, but because she had been squatting for too long, she lost her balance and tripped, but Shen Yan held her firmly.

He gripped Xie Yan's arm tightly, his hand strong and seemingly trembling slightly.

But Xie Yan was in such a state that she had no time to pay attention to these details.

The situation was a bit chaotic. Xie Yan tried to calm herself down and come up with a reason to quickly explain to Shen Yan why she was there.

Just then, a worried female voice came from behind, incredibly gentle.

"Xiao Yan, what happened to your friend? Is he alright?"

The voice was gentle and loving, and felt incredibly familiar, causing Xie Yan's heart to tremble involuntarily.

She immediately looked past Shen Yan and behind him.

Then she saw a woman carrying a floral umbrella walking towards her.

Beneath the umbrella was the face of a middle-aged woman.

The woman was slender, with kind and gentle eyes and a few strands of white hair by her ears; her face was incredibly warm.

She met Xie Yan's worried gaze, "Are you alright, child? What happened?"

In that instant, Xie Yan felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her mind completely collapsed, and she stood there dumbfounded.

She completely ignored Shen Yan's presence beside her, staring intently at the woman in front of her.

Although she has lost a lot of weight, has gray hair, and more wrinkles compared to ten years ago.

But Xie Yan recognized her at a glance.

She is Yang Huiyun.

Tears welled up again, and Xie Yan was in tears.

Yang Huiyun didn't understand why the beautiful girl in front of her was crying so pitifully, so she looked at Shen Yan with a bit of confusion.

Shen Yan seemed oblivious to her gaze; he kept staring at Xie Yan with a deep, inexplicably cold look in his eyes.

As an elder, Yang Huiyun could only pat Xie Yan on the shoulder in comfort.

Yang Huiyun opened a restaurant nearby.

Shen Yan has visited Yang Huiyun frequently over the years, and he just suddenly came to see her and asked if she wanted to go for a walk.

She chose this location for her restaurant to make it convenient to visit the cemetery, so the two of them naturally ended up here.

I didn't expect to see a girl squatting there crying so sadly as soon as I arrived. She was dressed so thinly in such heavy rain and didn't even have an umbrella.

The sound of rain filled the garden, and the girl buried her head in the rain alone, her cries suppressed and pitiful.

Yang Huiyun felt sorry for her.

She had just stood there, listening to Xie Yan's crying, and even felt a lump in her throat and wanted to cry herself.

People who come here are all heartbroken; I guess this little girl is here to see her loved ones too.

As she pondered this, Yang Huiyun looked toward her daughter's tombstone.

But in front of the stone tablet, there was a single carnation, all alone.

Turning her head again, she saw a large bouquet of identical flowers on the ground in front of Xie Yan.

Yang Huiyun walked over and picked up the flower, then looked back at it, somewhat puzzled.

"Little girl, these flowers—"

Xie Yan bit her lip, as if waking from a dream.

Amidst her mental turmoil, she still thought, "Shen Yan is still here; I can't expose myself."

So she hastily wiped away her tears, "I arranged it. I saw that she had the same name as me and felt that we were destined to meet, so I wanted to send her a flower."

Upon hearing this, Yang Huiyun's eyes widened in surprise, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes deepening. "Same name?"

"Ah."

Xie Yan was pale and had red and swollen eyes, but she still managed a faint smile.

Like a camellia ravaged by a rainstorm, it is exceptionally resilient.

She gazed tenderly at Yang Huiyun, her voice still slightly nasal.

"Hello, Auntie, my name is... Xie Yan."

------

Soon, the group went to Yang Huiyun's restaurant.

Throughout the journey, Shen Yan walked silently beside Xie Yan, the two sharing an umbrella.

Xie Yan was draped in Shen Yan's coat, while he himself wore only a thin turtleneck undershirt, seemingly unfazed by the cold.

The coat was very warm, but it was too long; it almost reached Xie Yan's ankles when draped over her shoulders.

Shen Yan had also placed two hand warmers in her hands, which quickly warmed her up.

Yang Huiyun watched everything clearly from the side, a smile on her face, thinking to herself, "Xiao Yan has grown up."

However, Xie Yan's heart was not as warm as her body. She pursed her lips, avoiding looking at Shen Yan, and didn't say much.

After the initial excitement and confusion subsided, reason returned to prevail.

Shen Yan was actually bluffing her; he even dared to lie to her about something like this.

It was Shen Yan who told her that Yang Huiyun was buried here, which is why Xie Yan came here specifically to find her.

Just now, Shen Yan caught her red-handed when she lost control of her emotions.

Shen Yan was suspicious of her identity.

Since he was able to notice the changes in her before, he sent her a fake blessing and thought she was being attacked by a ghost.

So he might be wondering now if he is the same person he was ten years ago.

Xie Yan frowned. "If only that clever kid had the energy to study!"

...Well, even though he's already doing very well in his studies.

But Xie Yan is now seething with anger and has nowhere to vent it.

Already suffering from a stomachache, and then caught in the rain, all her crying at the grave was for nothing. Exhausted both physically and mentally, Xie Yan felt like she had been completely fooled by an eighteen-year-old brat, and wanted nothing more than to turn around and kick him a couple of times.

But that won't work; if I get angry, I'll be completely exposed.

According to her character, it's impossible for her to take a taxi more than ten kilometers to the cemetery, let alone get angry because Shen Yan lied to her. After all, Yang Huiyun should just be a stranger to her, and whether she lives or dies is none of her business.

Therefore, Xie Yan not only couldn't get angry, but also had to act as if nothing had happened and pretend not to know anything in front of Shen Yan.

She was so angry.

The girl had pale lips, a pale face, a quiet and reserved expression, and a faint chill in her eyes.

The group arrived at the restaurant in about ten minutes.

The restaurant wasn't large, but its decor and furnishings were beautiful and elegant; it was more like a teahouse than a restaurant.

The top floor was a lounge, and Yang Huiyun urged Xie Yan to hurry up and change her clothes and dry her hair so she wouldn't catch a cold.

Although she was just a child she had met, she was well-behaved and pretty, and her name was Xie Yan, so Yang Huiyun couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

She watched Xie Yan's retreating figure as she went upstairs, her eyes welling up with tears.

If her Yan Yan were alive, she would be this age by now.

She's grown into a young woman now.

Is the president as pretty as this girl?

Yang Huiyun suddenly felt a strong urge to hug her, the child who shared the same name as Yan Yan.

It was pouring rain outside, and business was slow in the shop. There were no customers, and the cooks and waiters were all sitting idly by.

Shen Yan walked into the kitchen with practiced ease and looked at the earthenware pot on the stove.

"Xiao Yan is back. I was watching the heat for your soup. I just turned off the heat."

An elderly woman in the kitchen saw Shen Yan enter and immediately greeted him with a cheerful smile.

Shen Yan smiled broadly and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

The clay pot is filled with ginger tea, which is used to dispel cold and dampness.

It contains not only ginger, but also red dates, brown sugar, longan, goji berries, and other ingredients.

These are all ingredients that are great for women, and they are especially suitable for Xie Yan to drink these days.

She looked unwell just now, and judging by the time, it's about time.

As soon as Yang Huiyun entered, she saw Shen Yan pouring ginger tea from the earthenware pot into a cup.

He kept his head down, his expression and movements were very serious, as if he were doing something important.

But it's really just pouring tea.

Yang Huiyun smiled knowingly and couldn't help but tease him.

"What, was this prepared especially for her? I was wondering why you insisted on going into the kitchen before going out for a walk..."

"How could that be?" Shen Yan looked up, his expression a little helpless. "I didn't know I would run into her there, it's such a coincidence... Actually, this soup was originally for you, but it's been cold lately..."

Yang Huiyun chuckled, quite pleased with his coaxing.

Actually, Yang Huiyun has had a tough few years.

She endured immense hardship, both emotionally and in terms of daily life.

For the first two years, she lived like a walking corpse. Whenever she couldn't go on, she would take out Yan Yan's last letter, look at it, and touch it.

She'd almost worn the letter paper out from handling it so much that she didn't dare touch it anymore, so she just framed it in a small frame.

Yan Yan said she hopes to open a restaurant and become a very rich woman, and then be reincarnated as her daughter. She wants to be a second-generation rich girl and the young owner of a big restaurant.

Yang Huiyun would both cry and laugh whenever she thought about it.

Later, she gritted her teeth and saved up money to open a small restaurant. Business was okay. Then, she ran into Shen Yan's adoptive parents, who brought him to eat at her restaurant.

Shen Yan was probably eleven or twelve years old at the time. She remembered that her adoptive parents were holding a smaller child in their arms.

Children grow up quickly, changing every day. When she saw Shen Yan, she almost didn't recognize him. It was Shen Yan who ran over in a few steps and called out "Auntie" in a clear voice.

Yang Huiyun still remembers the bright, incredibly surprised look in Shen Yan's eyes at that time.

His eyes lit up, and he asked himself with anticipation, "Where's my sister? Why hasn't she come back to find me?"

Yang Huiyun burst into tears immediately and closed the shop to take him to see his sister.

After that, Shen Yan didn't come to the store for a few months. Later, he started coming to her store often again and would occasionally help her wash dishes and do chores.

She is such a well-behaved child.

Yang Huiyun sometimes thinks to herself that if she had been in better shape a few years earlier, she would have been able to adopt Shen Yan.

Several years later, Yang Huiyun heard that Shen Yan was actually from a wealthy family and had gone back to his ancestral home to live a good life.

But he remained the same, frequently returning to see her.

Although they weren't family, Shen Yan was practically like a son to Yang Huiyun.

She looked at the large cup of ginger tea and said with a smile, "Tell me the truth, were you so concerned about her just now because you like her?"

Seemingly surprised that she would ask such a direct question, or perhaps because he was being asked this kind of question by an elder, Shen Yan looked somewhat at a loss.

"……like?"

Shen Yan frowned slightly, pursing his lips as he tried to organize his thoughts.

"Hmm...we're friends. She's very nice to me, so I want to be nice to her too. Is that love?"

The usually exceptionally intelligent boy showed a rare hint of the bewilderment that comes with his age, though his eyes remained dark and deep.

Shen Yan actually doesn't understand love very well.

He only hoped that Xie Yan could stay with him forever.

Just like when I was a child.

Never leave.

Seeing his clueless expression, Yang Huiyun understood.

She gave a helpless chuckle.

"You still have a long way to go!"