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

Xie Yan was afraid that the needle would prick him, so she held his right hand to stop him from moving around.

Shen Yan's hands were as cold as ice, his fists clenched tightly. Xie Yan cupped his small fists in both hands and whispered his name in his ear.

He's having a nightmare.

Her small body trembled as she cried, her suppressed sobs particularly clear in the quiet ward.

Xie Yan suddenly felt her throat was a little dry.

Actually, she didn't spend much time with the minor villain; she spent most of her time going to school as usual.

In their limited interactions, she only felt that the minor villain was naturally aloof and cold; even when Shen Yinshuang fell to her death on him, he didn't seem to react much.

Xie Yan once secretly sighed that perhaps only someone with this kind of personality could survive to adulthood and even grow up to be outstanding, having enough ability to oppose the protagonist in the later plot.

But at this moment, all previous impressions were overturned and rebuilt.

The little villain in front of me, with tears streaming down his face and nightmares, is clearly a child who can be afraid.

Perhaps it was after repeated mistreatment that Shen Yan became disheartened and stopped having any expectations of her mother.

But what about at the very beginning?

The younger children, unaware of what they had done wrong to deserve such a beating, could only cower in a corner, crying and begging for mercy.

But tears only brought more intense pain.

Chains, hunger, cold, boiling water, a smoldering cigarette butt, slaps, fists, the heels of high heels...

All of these things constitute the entirety of Shen Yan's life.

A young body houses an old and desolate heart—this is Shen Yan.

It's not that he's emotionless, nor that he's unafraid of pain.

He simply stopped expecting anything.

If you don't have expectations, you won't be disappointed.

So he persevered in the orphanage where he was bullied.

So he survived under the clutches of the perverted Wang Litao.

Shen Yan had never received even the slightest kindness in the first half of his life, so he naturally felt that suffering was the norm.

Does it hurt?

Pain is normal.

Pain makes him feel that he is still alive.

Therefore, Shen Yan eventually became the ruthless and mentally deranged villain in the book.

He opposes the male protagonist just to steal the female protagonist who showed him a little kindness. He finds it novel and unprecedented.

It turns out there are people in this world who will smile at him.

Shen Yan was like a rat in a sewer, easily lured by bait, and then lost his life.

This was his short and painful life.

Xie Yan was having trouble breathing.

Her eyes were red at some point, and she was so thirsty from calling Shen Yan's name that she could barely speak anymore.

Shen Yan finally woke up.

He was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, staring blankly at the white ceiling, panting heavily.

He looked as if he had just escaped from the jaws of a demon, his chest heaving rapidly and terrifyingly.

He coughed.

Xie Yan quickly helped him up and patted his back.

My back was soaked with sweat.

Xie Yan wanted to pour Shen Yan a glass of water, but there was no glass, so she could only pat his back gently and ask him with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Shen Yan lowered his head, coughing until his ears turned red. After a long while, he finally slowly raised his head and looked towards the door of the ward.

Unblinking.

Xie Yan was puzzled and turned her head to look in the direction of the gaze, but there was no one there.

"...Shen Yan?"

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Xie Yan didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear of startling Shen Yan.

Fortunately, Shen Yan withdrew her gaze, and her expression was no longer so frightened.

He stared blankly at Xie Yan, his eyes still a little wooden, his throat moving slightly, his voice soft.

"...Was it you who called me just now?"

Xie Yan nodded, finally relieved to see that he had regained his senses.

Shen Yan's clenched fist loosened at some point, and the blood in the syringe was transfused back in, but his face was still frighteningly pale.

Unable to resist, Xie Yan raised her hand again to touch Shen Yan's forehead to check his temperature, which wasn't much better than before.

A warm palm touched Shen Yan's forehead. He flinched uncomfortably, but couldn't pull away.

"Tsk, don't move."

The soft palm moved from his forehead to his cheek. He stared blankly, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

And sure enough, it stopped moving.

There was still some liquid left in the medicine bottle. Xie Yan tucked the pure white blanket up around him and made him lie down without any room for argument.

Following Xie Yan's hand, Shen Yan obediently lay down, his dark, glassy eyes fixed on Xie Yan's face without blinking, doing whatever Xie Yan said.

Xie Yan thought Shen Yan had been drugged into a daze, becoming unbelievably obedient.

Although the medicine box had been removed from Shen Yan's right hand, which was receiving an IV drip, Xie Yan observed that thankfully the needle was neither bent nor dislodged.

She then gently cupped Shen Yan's cold right hand again to warm it.

"It's nothing, just a nightmare."

Xie Yan gently comforted the villain, who was clearly in a vulnerable state.

"If you're still tired, go to sleep. I'll stay here with you. If you have another nightmare, I'll wake you up."

"If you don't want to sleep, that's fine too. How about we chat? Or would you like to hear a story?"

"..."

Shen Yan didn't speak or close his eyes, but just stared at Xie Yan with his bright black eyes, his pupils clear and clean.

Xie Yan could clearly see her reflection in his eyes.

Their eyes met, and Xie Yan felt a little helpless.

"Do I have flowers on my face? Do I look pretty?"

Shen Yan naturally did not answer.

But unexpectedly, he actually smiled and smiled.

With tears still wet at the corners of her eyes, Shen Yan smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling.

The dragon's eyes were dotted with dots.

The pale, fragile porcelain doll smiled.

Those clean, lifeless black eyes now held emotion.

Previously, Shen Yan's face had never shown any expression other than indifference, but Xie Yan witnessed all sorts of different sides of him today.

Vulnerable, crying, fearful, smiling.

His smile is simply indescribable, even beautiful.

The dazzling colors of that moment made Xie Yan lose her composure.

But in just a brief moment, Shen Yan closed his eyes.

He seemed to be tired.

But his fingers were gripped by Xie Yan's small hand, which was nestled in her palm.