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

Xie Yan is having trouble sleeping.

Her mind was in complete disarray; her tangled thoughts were like a jumbled mess, filling her brain and making it impossible for her to think.

Tan Zhuoran and Qi Na were already asleep, and the room was quiet. Xie Yan, however, stared intently out the window at the pitch-black night, where dark clouds obscured the moon, and there was not a ray of light.

She couldn't fall asleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, all she could think about was Shen Yan's smiling eyes in the taxi. She couldn't shake them off.

She was too flustered just now, and spoke without thinking, which gave her away.

Someone as intelligent as Shen Yan has probably already figured out her background.

Xie Yan had seen Shen Yan's dream and knew that he seemed to have always cared about her.

However, there is no way to explain her current situation.

What was she supposed to say? Was she really supposed to say she was possessed by a ghost? She herself thought it was absurd.

Moreover, she is currently a cannon fodder character, so she shouldn't have too much involvement with Shen Yan. As an important character, she needs to maintain her persona in front of him.

In fact, now that Xie Yan has no more plot lines, she can do whatever she wants without any restrictions, and no one will be watching a cannon fodder character. However, the premise is that she cannot be involved with important characters.

In other words, she can be herself and do whatever she wants outside the plot, but she has to act whenever she comes into contact with the core characters related to the plot.

Revealing your identity will cause important characters to get involved in things that shouldn't exist in the plot, distorting the storyline and resulting in a deduction of points.

However, from the system's perspective, losing points seems less frightening than being recognized by Shen Yan, so it's best to let her deny it to the death.

After all, she couldn't go home if she didn't have enough points.

Her fingers clenched involuntarily, and Xie Yan felt as if she had suddenly been pushed to the edge of a cliff, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Just as she was starting to feel sleepy and her consciousness was fading when the system's high-pitched scream suddenly exploded in her head.

[Holy crap!! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Shen Yan's health is dropping rapidly!!! He's an important character, he can't die!!!]

Xie Yan was suddenly awakened, her heart already pounding. Hearing this, she was even more startled awake. She jumped out of bed without even putting on her shoes. [Where is he? Did he go out? Or is he at the hotel??]

[In room 813!! Hurry!! Hurry!!!]

The system's shrill voice kept urging her on like an alarm. Xie Yan was terrified, her temples throbbing with panic, and she also felt a sense of unreality.

How could that be? They were perfectly fine in the car just now, only a few hours ago?

Xie Yan couldn't wait for the elevator and rushed to the stairwell to climb the stairs.

A guess popped into my mind: Could it be that Shen Yan has had another attack?

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. She ran to the door of 813 and looked at the lock, only to find that she had no tools to pick it, no hair clip in her hair, and no way she could knock on the door; there was no way anyone would open it for her.

Xie Yan was so anxious that she tried to kick the door open with brute force, but the system quickly helped her by opening the smart door lock directly.

[I've opened the door for you!! Come in quickly!!]

Xie Yan hurriedly pushed open the door and entered. What greeted her eyes was a bright and clean room. The bed was also clean and empty. The not-so-large hotel room was completely visible.

There was nothing unusual about it.

Xie Yan was panting heavily and looked somewhat bewildered.

Where are people? ?

Suddenly she noticed the sound of water coming from the bathroom, her heart skipped a beat, and she rushed to the bathroom and kicked open the glass door.

The bathtub was overflowing with water, and the floor was covered in water.

Even more alarming was the boy in the bathtub with his eyes closed. His eyes were tightly shut, his face was pale, and his whole body was submerged in the water. He did not struggle at all and showed no signs of life.

Xie Yan was so shocked she felt like her scalp was about to explode. She rushed forward and immediately pulled the person out.

Shen Yan was soaked and very heavy. Xie Yan gritted her teeth and dragged Shen Yan out of the bathtub.

He didn't react at all, water was dripping from his body and hair, and a large puddle of water had gathered under him as he lay on the floor. He looked completely unaware, as if he were... dead.

Xie Yan reached out to touch his face, and it was ice-cold to the touch, devoid of human body temperature.

Without thinking twice, she immediately began first aid and artificial respiration.

Xie Yan felt unusually calm, but she didn't even realize how badly her hands were shaking.

Shen Yan's lips were icy cold, the same temperature as the water in the bathtub.

On such a cold day, soaking in icy water, he was already freezing cold.

Xie Yan was so anxious she felt like she was about to explode. She kept pressing on him at a steady pace while bending down to give him air.

"Shen Yan, Shen Yan! Can you hear my voice? Wake up!"

"You've finally grown up, are you going to die here??"

"You wanted to see me, didn't you! Now that I'm here, aren't you going to even look at me?!"

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. Xie Yan pressed on his skin for a long time, and before she knew it, her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with emotion.

Impossible. Shen Yan survived the abuse of his childhood, endured the nightmare of the cruel orphanage, escaped the clutches of a pervert, and has been striving to live ever since. He has gone through countless hardships to get to where he is today and become such an outstanding person.

He can't possibly end it like this!

Xie Yan leaned down again, her warm tears falling onto Shen Yan's cheeks.

Finally, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the next second he frowned and coughed violently, as if he were coughing up his lungs.

Shen Yan turned his head away and coughed up some water. He clutched his clothes tightly, feeling uncomfortable.

Seeing that the person had finally been saved, Xie Yan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Xie Yan was so scared that her nose stung uncontrollably.

It turns out that a person's death is really so simple and so close.

After a long while, Shen Yan's cough finally subsided a bit. He struggled to sit up, his chest heaving violently.

His voice, hoarse from the violent coughing, sounded like rough sandpaper; it was almost unbearable to listen to.

"Why are you here? I don't want to see you."

His chest heaved violently, and his gaze toward Xie Yan was misty yet filled with extreme anger, without the slightest pretense; his emotions were so simple that they could be seen through at a glance.

But it was a complex emotion that Xie Yan couldn't understand.

It felt like resentment, anger, grievance, and the urge to cry.

Shen Yan bit his lip tightly, his pale lips looking as if they would bleed at any moment.

He leaned against the bed, soaking wet, water droplets still dripping from the tips of his hair. His sharp chin was extremely pale, and he was shivering slightly, completely drenched.

Xie Yan could tell at a glance that Shen Yan was in the same state as last time, acting like a child.

She sighed and, seeing that Shen Yan was shivering from the cold, prepared to get up to find something for him to wear.

But as soon as Xie Yan stood up, Shen Yan grabbed the hem of her nightgown. He looked up, his face even paler, his dark eyes filled with stubbornness.

"You're not allowed to leave! I didn't tell you to leave!"

He was incredibly strong, and Xie Yan was being dragged along, unable to move at all. She lowered her eyes, her expression complex. "I'm not leaving. I'll go get you a blanket. Aren't you cold?"

Shen Yan said stiffly, "I'm not cold."

Xie Yan paused for a moment, then said, "But I'm cold, Shen Yan."

Xie Yan had just half-dragged, half-carried a grown man out of the bathtub. Her nightgown was almost completely soaked and clung to her body, feeling particularly cold.

Shen Yan stared at her with misty eyes for a long time before finally releasing Xie Yan's skirt.

But his hand changed direction in mid-air and then firmly grasped Xie Yan's hand again.

"I'll warm your hands, don't go."