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

Wen Yubai looked up at him blankly and asked about his origins.

Su Han stared into Wen Yubai's eyes, which were filled with confusion.

It was so clean that it couldn't reflect any trace of the past.

He reached out and very naturally smoothed Wen Yubai's hair.

His movements were so practiced, as if he had done them a thousand times.

"Your name is Abai, and you are my adopted younger brother."

"I went to the mountains for fun a few days ago, but I got caught in the rain and developed a high fever when I came back. I was in a coma for several days, which worried me a lot."

He lies with ease, and doesn't even bother to carefully fabricate them; his lies are full of loopholes.

Wen Yubai instinctively felt something was wrong, but upon further reflection, a throbbing pain shot through his temples.

"Hmm."

He frowned and subconsciously pressed his temple.

Su Han pulled him into her arms, her face full of worry, and gently patted his back.

"Your brother is here, don't be afraid. Here, drink your medicine first."

Wen Yubai glanced at the medicine, then looked up at Su Han.

My memory is a blank.

But the other person had gentle eyes and a concerned gaze, with a reassuring smile on their lips.

He doesn't seem like a bad person.

Wen Yubai lowered his eyes and obediently opened his mouth.

Su Han fed him spoonful by spoonful, her gaze always fixed on his face.

I watched his nose wrinkle slightly from the bitterness, and watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

Looking at his lowered eyelashes and completely trusting expression.

So well-behaved.

The medicine I prepared this time was indeed a proper fever-reducing and conditioning formula; I didn't add anything that shouldn't have been there.

Last night, I pondered the matter for a long time, hesitating over the newly prepared poison.

In the end, only a few mild calming herbs were selected.

After all, he had promised Yue Wuhen that he wouldn't kill anyone.

After feeding the medicine, Su Han took out a handkerchief and wiped Wen Yubai's mouth.

"Get some rest, I'll come see you later."

As he walked to the door, he glanced back.

Wen Yubai was still leaning against the headboard, staring blankly at his hands.

Its eyes were blank, like a lost fawn; it was incredibly cute.

Su Han closed the door.

By the time they returned to the private pharmacy, the ripples in his eyes caused by Wen Yubai had completely subsided.

He washed his hands, took out a mortar and pestle, put in several dried medicinal herbs, and began to grind them slowly and deliberately.

The movements were elegant, as if they were preparing tea or painting.

He would occasionally pick up a pen and record the changes and deductions in the medicinal properties on his open notebook.

I don't know how much time passed, until the door was pushed open.

He looked up with some displeasure, assuming it was one of his unruly subordinates in the building.

But then they saw the young man leaning against the door frame, dressed in a plain white undergarment.

Her clothes were loose, and her neckline was slightly open, revealing a small patch of fair skin and a section of her collarbone.

Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her face appear as white as jade.

Su Han's eyes darkened slightly. He put down the mortar and pestle and strode over.

"Why did you get out of bed?"

He draped his outer robe over his shoulders, carefully adjusting it, his tone unconsciously carrying a hint of sternness.

"It's still chilly in early spring, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Wen Yubai let him do as he pleased, only looking up at him with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

He whispered, "I'm hungry."

Su Han then looked up at the sun outside the window and realized that it was already past noon.

He was so busy with his work that he completely forgot the time.

"It was my oversight. I'll take you to have dinner now."

Su Han's tone softened, and she took Wen Yubai's hand.

He led Wen Yubai to the small courtyard behind the pharmacy.

The place is decorated like an ordinary person's backyard, with stone tables and benches, and even a few clumps of flowers in the corner.

"Sit here and wait a while."

Su Han turned and went into the small kitchen.

Wen Yubai was wrapped in Su Han's outer robe, which carried a faint, bitter medicinal scent.

He sat quietly, his eyes curiously scanning his surroundings.

The courtyard wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy.

He looked down at his clothes; the fabric was smooth and comfortable.

While I was lost in thought, Su Han came out carrying a tray.

A bowl of congee and two small dishes of side dishes.

Wen Yubai frowned slightly as he looked at the pile of dark red flesh with visible blood vessels.

He asked softly, "What is this?"

"Venus meat, you're weak and need to replenish your body. Don't worry, I've cleaned it very thoroughly."

Su Han sat down opposite him and handed him the chopsticks.

Wen Yubai took the chopsticks, picked up a piece, and hesitantly put it into his mouth.

The meat is tender, and the fishy smell is barely masked by the special sauce.

He chewed slowly, his gaze drifting towards the courtyard wall.

"Is it just the two of us living here?"

Su Han was drinking her porridge with her head down when she heard this. She looked up and said, "Hmm. I prefer quiet and don't like socializing."

"This courtyard was passed down from my ancestors. It's in a remote place that most people can't find."

Wen Yubai pressed further, "So I've always lived here before?"

"Yes, you've been with me since you were little. When you were a kid, you were naughty and once fell into a ditch. I was the one who pulled you out."

Su Han, with a natural expression, picked up a piece of vegetables for him.

His tone carried a mix of wistful reminiscence and doting affection.

Wen Yubai tried hard to recall, but had absolutely no recollection of it.

He rubbed his temples and then asked, "What do we usually do?"

Su Han smiled and said, "I usually study medicine in the pharmacy. Occasionally, mountain people come to me for treatment of sprains, bruises, colds, and fevers."

"oh."

After the meal, Su Han cleared the dishes, and Wen Yubai wanted to help, but he pressed him back to his seat.

"You're not fully recovered yet, so rest first. If you're bored, you can go to the study and find a book to read."

Wen Yubai nodded and watched him walk into the kitchen.

Only after Su Han's figure disappeared behind the door did he slowly get up and walk to the courtyard wall.

At the base of the wall, there were several dark brown marks that had seeped into the cracks between the bricks.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Han's voice suddenly came from behind.

Wen Yubai was startled and stood up.

He turned around and said, "It's nothing, this wall looks a bit old."

Su Han walked to his side, her gaze sweeping over the stains, her expression unchanged.

"There was a fight among the stray cats before the New Year. They scratched each other badly and bled a little. I'll have someone clean it up later."

He explained casually, but then narrowed his eyes as he turned away.

The servants at the drug den were really careless in cleaning; the traces left by the drug addicts from last time were still there.

He spoke so naturally, but Wen Yubai always felt that something was off.

But he wisely refrained from asking further questions.

With the help of the herbal medicine, Wen Yubai's health gradually improved, and his complexion became much rosier.

Su Han no longer restricted his movements within the courtyard, but never mentioned letting him leave.

The courtyard gate was always tightly closed, and the key was only on Su Han.

Wen Yubai tried to probe a few times.

"Shouldn't we go out and buy some rice, noodles, and vegetables?"

"A peddler will deliver everything to your door at the beginning of each month, and everything will be provided, so you don't need to worry about it."

"The world outside is not peaceful, so stay home and avoid trouble."

Su Han always answered in this way, and then changed the subject at the right time.

"Shall I teach you to recognize this blood-blood medicine today?"

He taught Wen Yubai to identify herbs with patience and meticulousness, like a true elder brother.

"It can stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration. Although it is derived from a plant, it is named for its color, which resembles congealed blood."

"Remember its smell and feel; it can be a lifesaver if you get injured and bleed in the future."

Wen Yubai looked down and examined the powder closely. It was dark red, with a dull color like congealed blood.

I silently made a note of it.