The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The next morning, sunlight streamed in hazily through the window paper.

Wen Yubai woke up first, and after a good night's sleep, his fatigue dissipated.

He instinctively tried to stretch, but bumped into the person pressed against his side.

Wen Yubai paused, then turned his head away.

Yun Zhaoting was still asleep, his breathing was heavier than usual, as if he was still in a deep sleep.

But then, Wen Yubai's gaze inadvertently shifted downwards, and a certain spot was forming a distinct arc.

amount.

Although it was a normal phenomenon, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Wen Yubai carefully propped himself up, trying not to bump into the person next to him, and planned to step over the foot of the bed.

However, when it moved, the bed board made a slight creaking sound.

Yun Zhaoting suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes still held the confusion of someone just waking up and were misty with tears.

His gaze, almost instinctively, landed on the person above him.

At this moment, the dream seems to overlap with reality.

It was a bizarre and fantastical dream that made his heart pound.

The air seemed to freeze.

Yun Zhaoting's face flushed crimson in an instant, visible to the naked eye.

Wen Yubai coughed, immediately landed and stood still, quickly creating distance between them.

His movements were fluid and natural, and his gaze politely avoided Yun Zhaoting's obvious "point".

"Awake? I'll go down and check on you. You rest a bit more, no rush."

These words, though seemingly ordinary, are actually quite pointed.

Only after the door was gently closed did Yun Zhaoting abruptly pull up the blanket and cover himself inside.

The exposed earlobes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

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Downstairs, Wen Yubai sat alone at the table, slowly sipping his hot porridge.

Thinking of Yun Zhaoting's utterly dejected expression just now, she couldn't help but chuckle.

Young people are full of vigor and vitality.

I never expected that the young master of the Yun family, who usually seems so composed and dignified, would react so strongly.

Before long, Yun Zhaoting and Lin Qingdeng also came down to have their meal.

Yun Zhaoting changed his clothes and resumed his usual dignified and gentlemanly demeanor.

However, whenever her gaze met Wen Yubai's, she would unconsciously look away, her ears still flushed slightly.

Lin Qingdeng keenly sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat subtle, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

I could only try to find some lighthearted topics to lighten the mood.

A disheveled, well-dressed confidant of the Yun family burst in, his face pale, and without even a thought for his own feelings, rushed straight to Yun Zhaoting.

He knelt down with a thud, his hands trembling as he presented the black iron token and the urgent letter sealed with fire wax.

"Young Master, urgent news from home! The Patriarch was ambushed by the Left Protector of the Demonic Sect three days ago and is critically injured. Please return immediately!"

"What?!"

Yun Zhaoting suddenly stood up, his face turning pale instantly.

He grabbed the letter and the token. The token was engraved with the Yun family emblem and had a knife mark on the back. This was the Yun family's highest-level secret order.

He opened the letter with trembling hands; it contained the same words as the sender.

There was no time to hesitate.

The group immediately rushed back to the Yun family in Qixia as quickly as possible, riding their horses at breakneck speed, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

When they returned, it was too late.

The bedroom was heavily guarded, and the smell of medicine was extremely strong.

The martial arts alliance leader, Yun Tiannan, was on his deathbed, clinging to his last breath just to see his only son one last time.

No one knows what the dying leader whispered to his son.

Wen Yubai could only hear extremely suppressed wails and sobs coming from inside the room.

The mourning hall was quickly set up, with white banners fluttering in the wind.

Almost overnight, Yun Zhaoting lost the last bit of his naivety and was forced to withdraw from his immense grief.

As the new head of the family and his only son, he had to oversee everything and receive the endless stream of martial arts figures who came to offer their condolences.

Wearing heavy mourning clothes, Yun Zhaoting calmly dealt with all parties.

Lin Qingdeng, being a family friend, took the initiative to help him handle some of the accounting and paperwork related to business dealings with the Lin family.

She often offered gentle words of comfort, trying to deepen their connection and win his favor during his vulnerable moments.

Wen Yubai stayed quietly in the guest courtyard, knowing that Yun Zhaoting was busy at the moment, and did not want to cause Yun Zhaoting any unnecessary trouble.

Occasionally when Wen Yubai met him, he could see the bloodshot eyes and his rapidly thinning cheeks.

That day, Wen Yubai saw Yun Zhaoting standing alone on a secluded path.

His shoulders and back were ramrod straight, and he remained motionless, like a statue.

Wen Yubai hesitated for a moment, but still went over.

Raise your hand and gently pat his shoulder.

Yun Zhaoting's body jolted, and he turned around to see the person who had come.

Almost without warning, he stretched out his arms and pulled Wen Yubai into his embrace.

"Yu Bai..."

Yun Zhaoting buried his face in the side of his neck, his voice hoarse and indistinct, with a heavy nasal tone and an unspeakable dependence.

Wen Yubai froze for a moment.

Hearing the suppressed, broken breathing beside him, he hesitated before raising his hand.

Then he gently patted Yun Zhaoting's back as a gesture of comfort.

"Yu Bai, I have nothing left."

Wen Yubai has heard some old stories over the past few days while staying at the manor.

When Yun Zhaoting was five years old, his younger brother was kidnapped by his father's enemies and never heard from again.

As a result, her mother fell ill with depression and passed away at a young age.

Now, even the only surviving father is gone.

There's nothing left.

Just like him.

A sense of shared sorrow quietly crept into Wen Yubai's heart, softening his heart slightly.

Therefore, he did not push Yun Zhaoting away.

After a while, Yun Zhaoting's breathing gradually calmed down.

He struggled out of his brief loss of control and slowly loosened his grip.

He took half a step back, forcing a smile onto his face.

"Excuse me."

Wen Yubai shook his head, looked at his reddened eyes, and handed him a clean handkerchief.

Yun Zhaoting took it and held it in his palm.

"Thanks."

Light footsteps came from behind them.

"Brother Yun."

Wen Yubai looked up.

The newcomer was a handsome young man, about twenty years old, with a tall and straight posture.

His face was pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his hands were still wrapped in bandages.

Yun Zhaoting almost instantly suppressed all his emotions, and his face returned to calm.

He stepped to the side and introduced:

"Yu Bai, this is Brother Shen Ranxing. A few months ago, I passed through Qingshan and happened to see him being chased by his enemies. He was seriously injured, so I rescued him and brought him back to the Yun family to recuperate."

"Brother Shen is a surviving disciple of the Qinglan Sword Sect, which was wiped out by the Demonic Sect."

Then, Yun Zhaoting turned to Shen Ranxing.

"Brother Shen, this is Wen Yubai, my closest friend."

There is a distinction between close and distant relationships.

Wen Yubai was a little confused. When did he become Yun Zhaoting's close friend? But he didn't refuse him and nodded to Shen Ranxing.

Shen Ranxing lowered his eyes at the opportune moment.

"Brother Yun's great kindness is unforgettable. The Alliance Leader's misfortune this time is also my fault. If I had arrived sooner, the Alliance Leader wouldn't have..."

His tone was full of self-blame and resentment.

Yun Zhaoting shook his head and comforted him:

"Brother Shen, there's no need to blame yourself. Your old wounds haven't healed, and now you've suffered new ones. You need to rest and recuperate properly."

Just then, the steward hurriedly came looking for Yun Zhaoting, as another important guest had arrived.

Excuse me for a moment.

Yun Zhaoting nodded slightly to the two of them, then turned and quickly left.

Wen Yubai and Shen Ranxing were the only two left to travel together.

Wen Yubai's gaze fell on the other person, with a hint of scrutiny.

"Brother Shen looks familiar to me; it's like I've seen him somewhere before."