Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

His eyes, which were once as bright as stars, were now dull and lifeless, like two lusterless gems. All their brilliance had vanished, leaving only endless emptiness, as if he had lost his entire world in that instant, completely shrouded in darkness and despair.

Zhang Wei stood there quietly, his already transparent body shimmering with a fragile halo in the dim light, making him appear even more ethereal and elusive, as if a gentle breeze could easily scatter him. His figure swayed slightly, like a feather that could be swept away by a gust of wind at any moment; his frail posture was heartbreaking.

Shen Ying looked at Zhang Wei, seeing his vulnerable appearance filled with despair and grievance, and was momentarily at a loss. Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and she panicked terribly. She subconsciously reached out and gently patted Zhang Wei's shoulder, her lips trembling slightly as she stammered, "No... I haven't forgotten, don't panic."

At this moment, Zhang Wei's eyes were filled with pain, helplessness, and resentment, which completely turned Shen Ying's already chaotic thoughts into a tangled mess. She only wanted to calm down the person in front of her who seemed to have lost the whole world... well, ghost.

Shen Ying offered Zhang Wei haphazard comfort. In the midst of this chaotic and confused atmosphere, Shen Ying felt as if her head was stuffed with a tangled mess, and her steps were unsteady, as if she were walking on cotton, completely out of her control.

Everything around her became blurry, with only Zhang Weina's elusive figure flickering before her eyes. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of her throat, each beat accompanied by a deep sense of panic.

The two unknowingly entered the room. Shen Ying's gaze darted frantically through the dim light. The familiar furnishings now seemed so strange, as if she had stepped into an unknown world. Her thoughts were completely chaotic, as if countless ideas were colliding wildly in her mind, yet she couldn't grasp any of them.

For some reason, they ended up lying on the same bed again. The slightly cool touch of the sheets sent a chill down Shen Ying's spine, and her body tensed up like a fully drawn bow.

She dared not look at Zhang Wei, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, yet it felt as if countless eyes were watching her from there, making her increasingly uneasy. Her hands gripped the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. The thought, "How could this be?" kept echoing in her mind, every nerve being torn apart by this chaotic emotion.

In the stillness of the night, the moonlight, like a silver stream, gently streamed through the window into the room, as if a layer of silver frost had been laid out, shimmering with a cool and soft light. Zhang Wei gazed quietly at the sleeping Shen Ying, his eyes filled with tenderness. He carefully pulled her into his arms, as if protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, he let out a very soft, satisfied sigh, a sound so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet filled with deep longing. Zhang Wei's translucent body emanated a strange chill, like a night spirit, but at this moment, this chill became a unique comfort.

In her sleep, Shen Ying seemed to sense that familiar presence. She closed her eyes tightly, her brows gradually relaxed, and her body subconsciously moved closer to the other person's embrace, as if it were her only safe haven in the vast night, a place where she could feel safe and secure even in her dreams.

Holding Shen Ying in his arms, Zhang Wei quietly closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of barely perceptible triumph in his expression. Moonlight bathed his translucent body, as if veiling him in a mysterious veil, making him appear somewhat unfathomable. His arms tightened slightly, as if to imprison Shen Ying even more tightly in his embrace, preventing her from escaping this carefully crafted "gentle trap."

The next day, Shen Ying finally found an opportunity, made up a flimsy excuse, and hurriedly left alone. As she walked through the streets of the small town, the surrounding noise seemed far away from her.

To her, Zhang Wei's affections were like a tranquil lake, gentle and serene. His love, like soft ripples, spread outwards in circles, silently enveloping her. Every touch of tenderness was just right, gently brushing against her heart, causing her to unconsciously lower all her defenses.

This love was like the fragrance of flowers in a spring breeze—not strong or pungent, but possessing an intoxicating power that made her almost forget everything, involuntarily falling for it and drowning in this sea of ​​tender affection.

That feeling terrified and confused her. She was afraid that she would lose her way and herself in this whirlpool of emotions. After all, she was going to leave this place. She couldn't enjoy someone's unconditional love with a clear conscience, even if the other person was a ghost!

So she had no choice but to escape, to let her mind calm down in this noisy yet real environment, and to think carefully about what she was doing and where this relationship should go from here.

Zhang Wei stood silently, his gaze fixed on Shen Ying's departing figure. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, concealing complex emotions—reluctance, helplessness, and a hint of determination. He knew that the current situation required giving her some time to sort out her chaotic thoughts. After all, she remembered nothing now…not their past, and he was the one who had caused this situation.

The bustling street was filled with noise. Shen Ying was walking when she suddenly heard someone calling Ji Zhao's name. The name was like a sharp whistle, instantly putting her on alert. Her ears automatically picked up on the direction of the sound, and her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings, anxiously searching for its source.

Soon, she saw a man and a woman. They walked hurriedly down the street, a stark contrast to the people around them. Everyone around them was enjoying the lively atmosphere, their faces beaming with relaxed smiles, and laughter echoing through the street.

The two men looked serious and tense, their brows furrowed, their worries clearly written on their faces. They seemed to be preoccupied with some heavy problem, as if the lively scene around them was from another world, completely unrelated to them.

"They really are the male and female leads!" Shen Ying couldn't help but exclaim softly. She stood there, stunned, staring unblinkingly at the two people hurrying by.

This was the first time she had ever seen the male and female protagonists so vividly and realistically; before, she had only imagined them in her mind or learned about them through written descriptions. At this moment, a sense of novelty welled up in her heart, as if she had discovered something incredible and new, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Shen Ying's gaze remained fixed on the two figures, like an observer lurking in the shadows, discreetly and intently watching them. She carefully controlled her gaze, not wanting to be discovered, yet unwilling to miss any detail. She continued to watch until their figures gradually receded into the distance, finally disappearing at the end of the street, before slowly withdrawing her gaze.