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

Since that night, Wen Yubai felt that something was different.

He also asked about what happened that night, why Su Han went to such lengths.

Su Han said gently, "Ah Bai, we're brothers, it's normal for us to help each other."

Is it normal?

Meeting those innocent and puzzled eyes, Wen Yubai's questions were stuck in his throat.

It turned into a powerless silence.

While he was reading, Su Han would always happen to pass by to get something, her warm breath brushing against his ear before she left as if nothing had happened.

After hanging the clothes to dry, Su Han would also smooth out his collar and lightly brush against his skin.

Su Han knew exactly how to handle the situation, always stopping abruptly when Su Han felt uncomfortable.

But are these things normal?

Wen Yubai looked at Su Han, who was practicing calligraphy, holding the brush with a relaxed wrist and an elegant posture.

His calligraphy is like him: gentle and refined, with strokes flowing like clouds.

As Wen Yubai turned his gaze back, it inadvertently swept across the wall and landed on a scroll that read:

The cold snow melts among the plum blossoms, and the spring breeze returns to the willows.

His handwriting was completely different from Su Han's; it was slender and vigorous, with sharp strokes, like a cold sword being drawn from its sheath.

The signature consisted of only two small characters: Yue Lin

Wen Yubai guessed that it was Su Han's good friend.

Perhaps because practicing calligraphy can calm the mind, Su Han focused on practicing calligraphy and did not pay attention to him.

Wen Yubai felt relieved and picked up his pen to continue writing.

His handwriting can only be described as neat, with a restrained feel in the strokes.

It always lacks a certain style and doesn't have the same charm as Su Han.

"When wielding the brush, the wrist should be flexible."

Su Han's voice suddenly rang out from behind, very close.

Before Wen Yubai could react, Su Han had already wrapped his arms around her from behind.

A warm chest pressed against him, one hand covered his pen-holding hand, while the other loosely wrapped around his waist.

too close.

"For this horizontal stroke, begin like this, concealing the tip, then move slowly..."

Su Han held his hand and moved it across the rice paper, like a careful and attentive teacher.

However, as a student, Wen Yubai couldn't concentrate on his studies.

Only after writing that character did Su Han release his grip, step back to a safe distance, and remain calm.

Wen Yubai stared at the characters that were much better written than his own, but he couldn't feel happy.

I feel a tightness in my chest.

He wanted to go out.

I want to leave this seemingly safe courtyard and this man who claims to be my older brother.

This thought reached its peak tonight.

When Su Han was carrying the quilt that had been drying back to her room, she accidentally stepped on and overturned the medicine barrel, and slipped and fell.

The bedding was soaked.

The night in early spring was bitterly cold.

"Ah Bai, we don't have any spare blankets. Can I squeeze in with you for the night?"

Wen Yubai looked at Su Han at the door. He must have just finished showering, as his body was still damp.

A cold wind blew, and my body shivered.

Wen Yubai hesitated to say the words of refusal.

After a moment of silence, he stepped aside and said in a low voice, "Come in."

The bed was fairly spacious, and the two lay side by side with a slight gap between them.

Wen Yubai had her back to him, her whole body tense.

The other person sleeps very properly, without even turning over.

Su Han's breathing quickly became even and long, as if she had fallen asleep.

Wen Yubai turned around very quietly.

Su Han's profile showed that she was completely unguarded.

Wen Yubai held his breath. He knew that Su Han would keep the key on his person, even when he slept.

He cautiously reached out and groped around.

Until you touch the metallic texture.

Untie it little by little, and hold it in your palm.

Wen Yubai regretted not insisting that he sleep on the outside earlier.

This has led to the present situation, where we still have to overcome this hurdle.

He propped himself up, carefully lifted one leg, and stepped over Su Han.

This position made him extremely nervous, for fear of waking the other person.

Just then, Su Han beneath him suddenly moved.

He half-opened his blurry eyes and murmured indistinctly, "Ah Bai..."

Then, he raised his hand, gently pulled a strand of hair that was hanging down above, and kissed it.

Wen Yubai stood frozen in place.

After Su Han finished, she closed her eyes with satisfaction, and her breathing quickly became even and deep again.

It was as if everything that had just happened was truly just an unintentional act in a dream.

Wen Yubai froze for a while before coming to her senses and pulling her hair back.

Then, gripping the key tightly, he continued to push himself up and step over.

Wen Yubai glanced at the person on the bed, then opened the door without further hesitation.

The lock on the courtyard gate clicked softly in the silence.

The key turned, and the lock opened.

He didn't know where to go.

All I know is that he doesn't want to stay here.

Outside the courtyard gate is a neat bamboo grove, with a path paved with bluestone slabs running through it.

The stone-paved road winds its way down, gradually widening out.

Wen Yubai grew increasingly alarmed as he walked. He could see the indistinct outlines of pavilions in the distance, with their upturned eaves and corners.

It was nothing like the desolate, lonely mountain Su Han had described.

Wen Yubai quickened his pace, almost running along the path, and fortunately, he didn't encounter many people in the middle of the night.

Just as he ran out of the bamboo forest, he suddenly stopped.

In the stone pavilion on the only road ahead, a person stood quietly with his back to him.

The man was tall and slender, his dark outfit almost blending into the night.

He seemed to sense Wen Yubai's arrival and slowly turned around.

The face wearing a half-silver mask, and the gaze peering through the hole, made Wen Yubai's breath catch in his throat.

The undisguised indifference and hostility are extremely penetrating.

Wen Yubai took half a step back, avoiding the man's gaze.

"Sorry to bother you."

He muttered something under his breath, then turned to walk around the stone steps on the side of the pavilion and try to get down the mountain as quickly as possible.

A hurried sound of footsteps came from behind.

"Ah Bai."

Su Han caught up with them. He had only hurriedly put on an outer robe, his hair was messy, and he saw Wen Yubai and then caught a glimpse of the masked man.

His pupils contracted.

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wen Yubai's wrist.

He seemed to completely ignore the man with a very strong presence in the pavilion, and spoke to Wen Yubai as if nothing had happened:

"Ah Bai, if you want to go out for a walk, just tell me. It's late at night in these mountains, and you could easily get lost by yourself."

"Come back with me, okay?"

Wen Yubai pursed her lips, suppressing the surging impulse of resistance and struggle, lowered her eyelashes, and followed Su Han.

At this moment, the person in the pavilion spoke.

"Don't you want to know who you are?"

Su Han tightened his grip on Wen Yubai's hand instantly.

The voice, though feigning composure, betrayed a slight tremor.

"Ah Bai, come back with me. I'll tell you everything you want to know later, okay?"

"Let's go back first."

Wen Yubai looked at Su Han.

The only "brother" he recognized and relied on after waking up no longer had his usual gentle and composed expression on his face.

All that remained was anxiety and fear.

Isn't Su Han good enough?

No, Su Han is very good. He takes care of everything for me, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation, and even in that kind of thing... he's willing to lower himself to help me relax.

It's practically spoiling.

But when Wen Yubai was by his side, he always had a dazed feeling of walking on clouds.

People aren't real.

That's not true.

Even the world around him made Wen Yubai feel uneasy.

He felt empty inside.

I always feel like I've forgotten something extremely important, something that absolutely needs to be done.