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

As she watched the two disappear in the direction they went, Shen Ying's eyes gradually dimmed, and cruel images of the future kept flashing through her mind: Zhang Wei would be defeated in his confrontation with them, and this small town that held so many memories would disappear from the world completely, as if it had never existed.

Thinking of all this, a strong sense of loss surged over her like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her. Her heart ached as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand. At this moment, she could no longer suppress her anxiety and couldn't wait to see Zhang Wei, as if only seeing him could soothe her panicked and sad heart.

Shen Ying's steps were hurried and frantic, her hair flying as she ran, her eyes fixed on only one goal—the small wooden house. She raced along, as if a whirlwind was chasing her.

When she finally returned to the cabin, Zhang Wei stood quietly under the pear tree, as snow-like pear blossoms fluttered down. Some of the pure white petals landed lightly on his shoulders, like an elegant cloak draped over him; others, like playful sprites, glided across his fair and almost translucent face, as if gently kissing him.

A gentle breeze stirred, softly lifting the hem of his robes and ruffling his long, white hair that reached his waist. His hair danced in the wind, each strand seemingly woven from moonlight, radiating a soft glow, intertwining with the falling pear blossoms, making it impossible to distinguish between flowers and hair.

His blue eyes, like a deep ocean, held a mysterious allure, yet also resembled a clear sky, pure and unblemished. Bathed in sunlight, they seemed to hold countless stars, dazzling and captivating. Sunlight filtered through the pear blossoms, dappling his figure and creating a soft halo around him, making him appear as if bathed in holy light. Everything around him seemed to become mere embellishment, serving only to accentuate his aloof and otherworldly figure, a beauty as ethereal as a dream.

He stood there quietly, his long white hair dancing in the wind, his blue eyes gazing tenderly at Shen Ying, a gentle smile playing on his lips, like the warm spring sun.

Like a gust of wind carrying longing, Shen Ying rushed towards Zhang Wei with eagerness and yearning in her eyes. Just before she could touch him, she lunged at him.

Her hair swung in the air, creating beautiful shapes, with a few stray strands clinging to her slightly flushed, excited cheeks. Zhang Wei quickly opened his arms and caught her steadily.

The immense impact caused the two to sway slightly, and pear blossoms fell like snowflakes, dancing around them, as if adding a dreamlike rain of flowers to their embrace.

They embraced tightly, as if time had frozen in that moment, and only their heartbeats and breaths remained in the world. The scene was so beautiful, like a painting from a myth, carrying endless affection and longing.

Shen Ying's eyes gazed silently at Zhang Wei, the subtle shimmer in them seeming to hold untold stories. Her voice trembled slightly, a mixture of uncertainty and worry slowly spreading through the air: "If we don't even spend a month together, will you regret it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei leaned forward slightly, his posture like that of an elegant dancer. With endless tenderness, his slender fingers gently brushed aside Shen Ying's slightly disheveled hair from running, and softly tucked it behind her ear.

His gaze was like a deep, unfathomable pool filled with tenderness, and the deep affection contained within was like the gentlest breeze under the warm spring sun, softly brushing against Shen Ying's heart.

His hand then slowly moved to her face, gently stroking it. The warmth from his fingertips seemed to possess a magical power, penetrating her skin and reaching the depths of her soul, soothing all her unease.

His gaze was deep and tender, as if holding endless love. He parted his lips slightly and softly uttered, "No regrets." As soon as the words left his lips, he slowly moved closer to Shen Ying, his eyes filled with affection like a gentle stream. He touched her lightly, the movement as light as a feather brushing against her, carrying endless longing and tenderness.

Everything around became quiet and beautiful. Pear blossoms fell softly, as if laying a romantic floral carpet for this sweet scene. A gentle breeze blew by, as if whispering their love. The branches stopped swaying, as if unwilling to disturb this tender and affectionate moment.

In the early morning, sunlight, like a light veil, slowly enveloped the room, spilling onto the bed. Each ray of light felt like the gentle caress of nature, and everything remained immersed in tranquility. Their eyes met, filled with tender affection, as if the surrounding air itself was imbued with sweetness and richness by this love.

He gently twirled a strand of her hair with his long, slender fingers, round and round, his focused expression as if he were recounting every beautiful moment they had shared. The strand of hair wrapped around his fingertips seemed to connect their hearts tightly as well. He would sometimes place the strand of hair to his lips, his gentle gaze like the warm spring sun, never leaving her face, as if trying to etch her image into the depths of his soul.

A sweet smile played on her lips as she savored this precious moment that belonged only to them.

Today, Shen Ying suddenly had a whimsical idea. She decided to learn to cook from Zhang Wei, so she dragged Zhang Wei into the kitchen.

Shen Ying stood in front of the stove. The oil in the pot began to smoke, and wisps of smoke rose up, as if foreshadowing an impending crisis. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at the pot, her heart pounding like a drum.

She gripped the water ladle tightly, her hand trembling slightly with nervousness, her knuckles turning white. She looked at Zhang Wei like a helpless child, her lips trembling, and stammered, "What...what should we do?"

Zhang Wei was about to open his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, the water ladle in Shen Ying's hand suddenly tilted uncontrollably. The water, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed into the oil pan.

In an instant, the hot oil roared angrily, like a raging dragon awakened. The splashing oil droplets were like sharp little swords, shooting in all directions. The entire kitchen was thrown into chaos by this sudden change.

"Ah!" Shen Ying screamed as a few drops of hot oil splashed onto her hand, causing tears to well up in her eyes from the pain. Zhang Wei quickly reached out to pull her away, saying, "Get out of the way!" But in her panic, Shen Ying stepped on some vegetable leaves on the ground, fell forward, and knocked over the spice rack next to her.

Spices spilled all over the floor, mingling with the hot oil, creating a pungent odor. At that moment, the fire in the stove leaped up violently from the impact, flames licking at the surrounding firewood, billowing thick smoke.

"Shen Ying!" Zhang Wei shouted, rushing into the thick smoke. Shen Ying coughed, tears streaming down her face, choking on the smoke. "I'm here...cough cough." Zhang Wei found her arm, pulled her into his arms, and wrapped them both in a damp cloth. "Don't be afraid, let's go!"

Just as they rushed out of the kitchen, a huge roar came from behind them; the fire had spread to the wine jars. The two stood outside, covered in soot. Zhang Wei, seeing Shen Ying's disheveled appearance, teased, "You're really 'impressive' at cooking; you almost got us both caught in the crossfire." Shen Ying felt wronged and guilty: "I...I didn't mean to." Zhang Wei smiled and ruffled her hair: "It's alright, as long as you're okay."