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

On the eighth day of the lunar new year, Yang Huiyun took Xie Yan on a plane to S City.

It's been unusually cold these past few days, and everyone is wearing their thickest clothes—thermal underwear, sweaters, down jackets—wearing whatever keeps them warm.

But no matter how many clothes she wore, Xie Yan still felt cold; her hands and feet were icy, and her lips were purple.

Her health was deteriorating, and she would vomit after only a couple of bites of food. Yang Huiyun tried to cook her a variety of dishes, but she still couldn't get her to eat more.

In just a few days, the clever and lovely little girl has become as thin as a stick.

After a long and arduous journey, Yang Huiyun has contacted the hospital and doctors and is now just waiting for the surgery.

Hospitals in big cities are always overcrowded, and doctors and nurses work year-round without a break, since patients don't choose to get sick on weekdays.

Outside, bright red lanterns hung high, a festive sight during the Lunar New Year. Inside the hospital, however, the chilling smell of disinfectant and the beeping of unknown machines filled the air.

The stark contrast between vitality and stagnation left Xie Yan somewhat moved.

The surgery was scheduled for the tenth day of the Lunar New Year.

There were four small beds in the ward, all of which were occupied. The other three were elderly heart disease patients, and seeing Xie Yan at such a young age was quite poignant.

Although the little girl was a bit thin, she had delicate features, a sweet mouth, and was very clever. The old ladies in the house all liked her very much.

Xie Yan, wearing a small hospital gown, saw the grandmother in the next bed eating noodles that her daughter-in-law had bought from the cafeteria, and felt a little hungry.

Although she hasn't had much of an appetite these past few days, it hasn't stopped her from secreting stomach acid and feeling hungry.

Yang Huiyun sat on the edge of the bed and chuckled, "You have surgery tomorrow, so you won't be able to eat this afternoon. Just bear with it, and Mom will make you something delicious in a few days."

Her entire demeanor showed visible signs of fatigue and depression.

The doctor told her that Xie Yan's problem was quite serious, and that surgery carried a high risk, but not having surgery carried an even greater risk.

She forced herself to stay awake and touched Xie Yan's cool little face. "The Lantern Festival is in a few days. Mom will make dumplings for you then."

Xie Yan smiled and tried to sound happier, "Okay."

That evening, Shen Yan called again.

He said that Dean He and the cook fried too many meatballs a few days ago, and he has been eating meatballs every day for the past few days, so he doesn't really want to eat them anymore.

It's hard to imagine that a child who was so hungry before that he rummaged through trash cans would one day get tired of eating meatballs.

Xie Yan could already picture Shen Yan frowning as she ate the meatballs; it must have been incredibly cute.

"Xie Yan, have you eaten?"

"I ate." Xie Yan smelled the lingering aroma coming from the bed next door. "I ate beef noodles."

"Is it tasty."

"good to eat."

It was another uneventful conversation, but Xie Yan was quite satisfied. Shen Yan was becoming more and more like a normal person.

If things continue this way, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will definitely not be the gloomy and twisted character he was in the original story.

"...I can recognize several characters now."

"Wow, that's great! That's amazing!"

He habitually uttered words of praise, but Xie Yan was too sleepy to keep her eyes open.

She was in poor spirits and could fall asleep at any moment.

I don't know when the phone call ended, and when I woke up again, it was time to go to the operating table.

The corridor was unusually cold, and Yang Huiyun felt chills all over her body and her head was throbbing.

She stayed up all night watching over her daughter, not daring to close her eyes.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling; she only regretted not having time to go to the temple to pray again. She felt as if there was a huge, bottomless hole in her heart, with a constant, chilly draft seeping in.

She prayed silently to Buddha, hoping that since the last surgery had helped them, it could help them again this time.

As long as my daughter is safe and sound, I'm willing to let her spend the rest of her life in a temple as a nun to accompany Buddha.

When Xie Yan was wheeled into the operating room, she felt so cold that she got goosebumps all over her body. She felt that the temperature inside the operating room was even lower than outside.

The system then spoke up, "Shall we go, baby?"

Xie Yan closed her eyes, her eyelashes slightly wet and trembling.

[If you don't leave now, there will be all sorts of emergency treatments, and Yang Huiyun will spend even more money to save you and prolong your life. You know she will never give up; she will go bankrupt...]

The glaring lights of the operating room shone on Xie Yan, but all she wanted to do was cry.

The little girl, her face deathly pale, lay on the operating table. Her thick, dark eyelashes were wet with tears, which slid down her cheeks one by one.

The doctors thought the child was just scared, so they quickly comforted him, saying that he would be fine after a nap and that he shouldn't be afraid.

"Mother……"

The faint, almost inaudible sounds were masked by the anesthesia masks covering the mouth and nose, and the doctors and nurses went about their duties as if they hadn't heard a thing.

No one could hear the little girl, seriously ill, calling out "Mom" one last time on this ordinary morning.

【Let’s go. 】

The anesthetic took effect.

Xie Yan lost consciousness.

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The night falls and the lanterns come on.

The streets and alleys are decorated with lanterns and colorful lanterns, which hang high like twinkling stars, adding to the festive atmosphere.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.

The streets were exceptionally lively, with food stalls on both sides that made mouths water, and fireworks in the sky that were dazzling to behold.

It was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

A family of three held hands as they looked at the lanterns. When they got tired, they got into the car to go home.

Zhou Panpan wore a bright red coat, which was stylish and eye-catching, and very festive.

Zhou Yishan was busy with work, especially recently, so he couldn't come back for the Spring Festival. Fortunately, he managed to come back on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Zhou Panpan took a string of candied hawthorns she had just bought and got into the car. She breathed on them to warm them up in her pockets for a while before eating them.

Zhou Yishan, sitting in the driver's seat, had a gentle smile on his face as the family of three chatted casually along the way. Suddenly, Zhou Yishan asked a question.

"Panpan, have you still not been able to contact that classmate? I'd like to invite her over for dinner."

After such a big incident, Wang Litao was even an extremely important partner of his. If it weren't for that little classmate in Panpan's class, he probably wouldn't have even noticed when the incident happened.

Hearing this, Zhou Panpan shook her head, "I've been calling her for days, but no one answers."

She frowned. "How about we go somewhere first, and I'll ask someone else."

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the gate of Xinxin Welfare Home.

Around 9 p.m., Shen Yan had already changed into her pajamas and was lying on her dormitory bed, ready to sleep, when she was told that someone was looking for her.

He got up, changed his clothes, and went outside, where he saw Zhou Panpan waiting for him in the corridor.

Zhou Panpan used to have short hair, but now it's long enough to be tied into a small bun. She looks quite different from before, but Shen Yan still recognized her.

I've met him before, but we've never spoken; we're not close.

Zhou Panpan, on the other hand, was exceptionally outgoing and came over to him in a few hurried steps.

"Shen Yan, has Xie Yan called you recently?"

Her expression was worried and anxious.

Not knowing which window in the corridor wasn't closed properly, a cool breeze blew through, and Shen Yan suddenly felt a little cold.