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

Xie Yan changed her clothes; her original white dress was completely soaked.

When she came downstairs, she was wearing a loose cotton and linen long dress, with a fluffy light-colored long cardigan over it, all of which Yang Huiyun had found for her.

She casually dried her hair with a hairdryer, but not for long; the ends of her hair were still cool and damp.

The sneakers she wore when she came were soaked and unwearable, so she came down in slippers, looking very down-to-earth.

Hearing a noise at the bottom of the stairs, Yang Huiyun immediately looked up and saw Xie Yan, who was thin, pale, and still had red eyes, looking fragile and on the verge of collapse.

Xie Yan walked over and gave Yang Huiyun a smile, "Thank you for the clothes, Auntie."

"No thanks, no thanks!"

For some reason, Yang Huiyun felt a pang of sympathy when she saw Xie Yan's red, watery eyes. She reached out and took Xie Yan's hand, then exclaimed in surprise.

"Why are your hands so cold? Are you still cold?"

Actually, it's only autumn now, so it shouldn't be that cold.

However, with each autumn rain comes a chill, and Xie Yan has been in the rain for too long today, so she's not quite recovered yet.

"It's not cold."

Xie Yan also held Yang Huiyun's hand, feeling incredibly warm.

Her gaze lingered on Yang Huiyun's face, unable to tear itself away. The feeling of having lost her and then regained her was indescribable; she wished she could keep staring at Yang Huiyun forever.

But she couldn't be too obvious, for fear that Yang Huiyun would think the girl was sick.

Upon hearing this, Yang Huiyun immediately pulled Xie Yan to sit down at the table, and Xie Yan sat opposite Shen Yan.

Shen Yan hadn't said a word since the beginning, just smiling as he looked at the two people in front of him.

The ginger tea in the cup was at the perfect temperature. He looked at Xie Yan's fair and delicate face and spoke gently.

"Xie Yan, I made some ginger tea, would you like some?"

Xie Yan glanced at the table. The tea in the glass was clear and bright, with two small red dates floating in it. It was clear that she had put a lot of effort into making it.

But she gave a polite, perfunctory smile, her tone impeccable, "I'm sorry, I don't like this drink. I hate ginger."

You brat, now you don't even call me "senior sister" anymore, you've started calling me by my first name, huh?

Xie Yan was annoyed. They had been living together for quite some time now, so how come she hadn't noticed how deep his thoughts were before?

Yang Huiyun sat next to Xie Yan and vaguely sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

She quickly went to look at Shen Yan and saw him sitting there obediently with his eyes downcast and lips pursed, looking a little disappointed and a little aggrieved.

I cooked this soup with so much care for so long, and it was rejected.

"Oh dear, this isn't the time to be picky about food. Look how cold your hands are. You just got caught in the rain. Drinking something hot to warm yourself up is the most important thing, otherwise you'll catch a cold."

Yang Huiyun picked up the cup and handed it to Xie Yan, preparing to say a few more words.

Xie Yan obediently accepted it, smiled at her with her eyes crinkling, and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

Coupled with her pale face and red eyes, that smile really touched Yang Huiyun's heart.

What a well-behaved girl.

Although Xie Yan was angry with Shen Yan, she couldn't refuse Yang Huiyun's kindness, so she immediately picked up the cup and started drinking it in small sips.

It wasn't too spicy at first, probably because there was less ginger and more brown sugar; it was actually quite tasty.

The taste is just a little familiar.

Xie Yan felt the sweetness of red dates and brown sugar on her tongue and suddenly remembered last month.

During her last period, she had an allergic reaction and had to stay in the hospital overnight. When she returned to the Gu family home the next day, she found that someone had cooked soup for her.

She initially thought it was prepared for her by Xie Qingyu, and was very kind and gentle to him for several days.

But this taste...

Could it be that Shen Yan cooked for her last month as well?

Xie Yan found herself increasingly unable to understand this guy's thoughts.

If you say he cares about himself, he treats himself like a ghost.

To say he doesn't care about himself is absurd, but the events of that banquet are still vivid in his mind.

Moreover, Xie Yan was incredibly angry that he had lied to her about Yang Huiyun's death. Ever since she learned the news, she would cry every time she thought about it and couldn't eat.

After a while, Xie Yan drank half a cup, and aside from everything else, it really did warm her stomach.

I feel warm all over.

The rain outside was pattering and showed signs of letting up.

Yang Huiyun looked at the two young people in front of her with affection and asked Shen Yan what his plans were for coming here this time.

Shen Yan then answered that he was there to compete.

They chatted casually, asking and answering questions. Xie Yan lowered her head, holding the warm cup in both hands, ignoring the anger in her heart. She actually felt that the atmosphere was somewhat warm.

Although Yang Huiyun doesn't recognize her now, it feels like going back ten years, with the three of them sitting at the same table again.

They sat quietly for the entire afternoon, chatting idly. Yang Huiyun even cooked a meal for the two children herself.

The meal consisted of five dishes and a soup for three people, which was exceptionally plentiful and tasted delicious.

Over the years, Yang Huiyun has honed her skills and her cooking is excellent. Xie Yan almost cried while eating it.

She secretly went to the bathroom to wipe away her tears halfway through her meal, then ran back to continue eating.

During the few minutes she was in the restroom, Yang Huiyun learned about her background from Shen Yan.

She was switched at birth as a baby, and now that her biological daughter has returned, she has been kicked out of her home by her adoptive parents, while her biological parents have both died unexpectedly.

He was a child without a home.

Yang Huiyun felt a pang of sadness again, her gaze complicated as she looked at Xie Yan, who was obediently eating with her head down beside her.

Before we knew it, it had gotten dark.

Xie Yan felt that time was passing by so quickly, and she didn't want to be separated from Yang Huiyun.

She really wanted to find out how Yang Huiyun had been doing all these years, to ask about her health, business, or even her love life, and whether she had dated anyone else.

But that would be too presumptuous, so Xie Yan didn't dare to ask.

When Xie Yan left, she was a little reluctant to part. Yang Huiyun said that the clothes she was wearing were a gift to her, and she also put Xie Yan's white dress in a bag and gave it to her.

Shen Yan took the bag first, then held an umbrella for Xie Yan, and the two got into a taxi and left.

The two sat in the back seat, and as soon as they got in the car, Xie Yan closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Of course, another reason was that she was genuinely exhausted. The events of the day had been incredibly impactful, and she really needed to catch her breath.

The girl's expression was calm, without any extraneous emotions.

She closed her eyes, and outside the car window, tall buildings stood tall, their colorful neon lights reflecting off the glass and casting shimmering light on her smooth, fair skin.

Her lips were pale and bloodless, and her face looked tired, as if she were really asleep.

Shen Yan gazed at her quietly, as if he could never get enough of looking at her.

His deep gaze traced her eyebrows, nose, lips, chin, and even her ears and delicate neck.

It's true, she doesn't look like her at all when she was a child.

It took him a lot of effort.