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

Xiao Hu went home with his face flushed and dark red from crying.

Little Cabbage cheered and rushed into Xie Yan's arms, giving her a big kiss.

Her face flushed with joy, and her eyes shone brightly; she was clearly impressed by Xie Yan's powerful badminton skills.

"Sister, you're amazing! You're so cool!"

Xie Yan picked up Xiao Baicai in one swift motion, trying to maintain her cool and stylish image in Xiao Baicai's mind, but she couldn't help but curl her lips into a bright and cheerful smile.

Yang Huiyun stood by the gate of the small courtyard, looking eagerly at the two girls, one big and one small, on the path. Her heart swelled with a feeling of immense fulfillment and happiness.

What a wonderful day.

Yang Huiyun ultimately did not attend Han Xiaofen's banquet that day. Instead, she delivered a red envelope in the afternoon and returned carrying a plastic bag containing five bottles of cola and some snacks.

After Xiaohu got home, he cried and told his grandma about playing badminton. Since his family was having a banquet today and they had plenty of drinks, Han Xiaofen asked Yang Huiyun to bring some back for Xie Yan on her way.

So at dinner, each of the three of them had a bottle of Coke next to them.

But Xiaobaicai couldn't bear to drink it, saying it was a trophy and she wanted to take it home to treasure.

This left Xie Yan both amused and exasperated.

In the evening, business in the front yard was even busier. Yang Huiyun had to cancel the banquet because she had something to do, so she couldn't go out to greet the guests and instead hid in the back yard to feed the cats and dogs.

A gentle night breeze blows, and the autumn air is crisp and clear.

The front yard and back yard are separated by a row of bungalows. Once the door is closed, the lively noise can be heard from afar, but it's not too noisy.

Xie Yan sat on the spacious swing chair in the backyard, while Xiao Baicai leaned against her, her head slowly drifting off to sleep.

A warm light shone in a corner of the courtyard, and the chirping of insects could be heard from somewhere nearby.

Everything felt so familiar, reminding Xie Yan of her childhood when she lived with her grandmother in her hometown.

The big dog that was originally at the door has now come to the backyard, wagging its tail and circling around Yang Huiyun.

Xie Yan looked at the large dog with its mottled and messy fur, and thinking about how Xiao Baicai had called it ugly and been scolded by it during the day, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Auntie, what's this dog's name?"

"Its name is Zhuangzhuang. I just picked it randomly, hoping it will grow up strong and healthy."

Yang Huiyun poured food into the dog's bowl. "This dog is very easy to raise. It eats any leftovers with gusto and isn't picky at all."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan's eyebrows twitched.

She pursed her lips, her expression subtly suggestive, as if she were thinking of something.

Yang Huiyun affectionately patted Zhuangzhuang's head and sighed.

"This dog is very pitiful. I rescued it from some middle school students last year."

Back then, Zhuangzhuang was just a skinny stray dog ​​who was captured, beaten, and abused by several unruly junior high school boys.

They beat the dog to the point of near death with sticks, and then suddenly had the idea to try dog ​​meat. But no one wanted to kill the dog, fearing that if the dog struggled and bled, they would have to wash their clothes, which would be too much trouble.

So the boys put a rope around the dog's neck, tied it to a tree branch by the wall, and left it hanging all night, trying to strangle it.

As the night passed, they found the dog struggling to hold on to the cracks in the wall with its claws the next day, its two dirty front paws covered in blood.

Enraged by their failed plan, the group broke Zhuangzhuang's claws and prepared to beat it to death with sticks, smashing them repeatedly on its head.

It was at this time that Yang Huiyun discovered them, and was scolded by those students for being a nosy old lady.

She didn't want to argue with those teenagers, so she bought the dog for twenty yuan a pound.

At that time, Zhuangzhuang was so thin that it was just skin and bones, but it was so fierce that it was impossible to get close to it. Its eyes were filled with a fierce light as it warily watched everyone, baring its fangs and growling incessantly. It would bite anyone who came near, as if it would fight to the death. Even Yang Huiyun could not get close to it.

Those around Yang Huiyun, seeing Zhuangzhuang's fierce appearance, advised her to get rid of it immediately, saying that the dog was ugly and fierce and probably crazy, and that it couldn't be tamed. What if it bit her again?

But Yang Huiyun persisted in feeding her for several months and finally got her used to it. Now she not only doesn't bite her, but she also cuddles with her, follows her everywhere, and doesn't guard her food.

As Yang Huiyun spoke softly, she tossed a chicken leg to Zhuangzhuang.

The now plump and strong dog jumped up and caught the chicken leg steadily in its mouth. It wagged its tail happily, spun around twice, and then ran pantingly to the corner of the yard.

In the corner was a cat bed, and a few kittens were nursing in the arms of a sturdy tabby cat.

Zhuangzhuang placed the chicken leg in front of the tabby cat and nudged it with his nose. The cat immediately lowered its head and began to gnaw on it without hesitation.

This scene made Xie Yan feel a mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling.

After finishing her work, Yang Huiyun came over and saw that Xiaobaicai was asleep, so she gently sat down next to them.

The swing chair swayed gently in the breeze, and Yang Huiyun's mood seemed to sway along with it.

The years she has lived alone have been painful, but sometimes when she sees the cats and dogs she has rescued, she feels that living is worthwhile.

At least these little lives survived because of her.

"Zhuangzhuang used to be fierce and possessive of its food because it was hungry when it was a stray and was always abused. It was never treated well."

Yang Huiyun's voice was very soft and gentle. "When it first came, it would stuff itself to death every time it ate, and it was so fierce that I didn't dare to touch it. But now it is willing to share its food with the cat."

"Sometimes I feel that animals and humans are the same. Only after being loved can they have the ability to love others. Look, Xiao Xie, it's not fierce at all now, and it even likes to play with cats. Don't I raise Zhuangzhuang very well?"

Not far away, Zhuangzhuang was enthusiastically licking the tabby cat's fur. Caught off guard, the cat, covered in stinky saliva, became extremely angry, suddenly rolled over, and gave Zhuangzhuang a few cat punches with crisp, loud sounds.

Xie Yan looked at the adorable interaction between the cat and the dog, but felt a little stifled.

For some reason, Yang Huiyun's words, which were clearly about Zhuangzhuang, reminded her of someone.

These past few days, Xie Yan has returned to living alone. Although it's a very pleasant and free life, with classes and studies during the day and research and review materials at night, which is exactly the life she has always dreamed of, she sometimes feels inexplicably empty.

She deliberately avoided thinking about certain things, but at this moment, she couldn't help but think of Shen Yan again.

She suddenly felt that Shen Yan and Zhuangzhuang looked a little bit alike.

"...Yes, Auntie takes such good care of her."

Hearing this, Yang Huiyun smiled with relief, "I also think so. Others say that Zhuangzhuang is ugly, but I think Zhuangzhuang is the most beautiful and cute puppy."

Xie Yan also laughed, "Mm."

Despite being punched a few times by the cat, Zhuangzhuang, who was in the eye, was not angry.

It lay down next to the cat bed with its tongue lolling out, its expression both silly and cute as it hissed, tilting its head and staring intently at the strong and fierce tabby cat in front of it.

His dark eyes were full of affection.