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

"Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

Wen Yubai paused before adding the form of address the other person had always wanted.

"Brother."

Even though he knew in his heart that Su Han could never be his brother.

Then, Wen Yubai stopped looking at Su Han and, little by little, firmly pried Su Han's fingers apart.

Su Han was completely exhausted, and his hand fell limply to his side.

Wen Yubai turned around and took a step in the direction where the man was.

The man watched as Wen Yubai walked to his side, a smile curving his lips upwards before quickly smoothing them out.

"Let's go."

He spoke succinctly and took the lead in descending the stone steps.

Wen Yubai followed.

Behind me was utter silence.

Su Han didn't speak until the two had taken a few steps.

"Why is there no trace of moonlight?"

The voice was calm, without any roaring or trembling.

It's like simply being curious and asking a simple question.

Yue Wuhen stopped, but he didn't turn around.

"Su Han, if you two are in love, I have nothing to say."

"But he ran away from home. You should realize that he doesn't want to stay by your side."

Yue Wuhen paused, seemingly considering his choice of words.

"Feelings are the most useless thing; they only make people weak and hurt. I can't bear to see you sink deeper and deeper."

He didn't speak fluently, and his words even sounded somewhat stiff.

But at this moment, amidst his own unresolved and complex emotions, Yue Wuhen truly believed it.

He personally took part in the situation, pulling his only close friend back from a dangerous and painful wrong path.

Su Han listened quietly, her face expressionless.

Only after Yue Wuhen finished speaking did he twitch the corner of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile.

"Yeah?"

"Then I should thank you."

-

Wen Yubai changed into a black outfit, tied a leather belt around his waist, and inserted a short dagger into its sheath.

She recalled what the masked man had said to her.

"You're just an ordinary assassin in this building. You were injured during a mission three months ago, which damaged your brain, and that's why you were sent to Su Han for treatment."

Wen Yubai looked down at his hands, his palms covered in thin calluses.

Were these hands originally used to kill people?

People in the building rarely talk to each other.

Even when they brushed past each other, their eyes rarely met, and they often carried the lingering scent of blood.

Wen Yubai tried to stop a younger assassin in order to find out some information.

The other person merely glanced at him indifferently, without pausing in their steps.

Wen Yubai had no choice but to give up, rested quietly for a few days, and then began to try to stretch his muscles and bones.

The body seems to have its own memory, and some basic moves are performed naturally.

But as he practiced, Wen Yubai felt that something was not right.

These moves are too proper, lacking the cunning and ruthlessness that an assassin should possess.

It doesn't seem like a skill used for assassination.

That day, Wen Yubai was summoned by the landlord.

Another assassin was summoned with him; Wen Yubai recognized him somewhat.

It seems I've seen him at Su Han's place before.

The two knelt on one knee on the ground.

The poster sat on the high seat in front, still wearing a silver mask.

The lamps on either side cast his tall figure onto the relief stone wall behind him.

"Ah Bai, you've rested enough, it's time to get down to business."

The servant standing to the side silently stepped forward and presented a roll of paper to Wen Yubai.

Wen Yubai reached out and took it, then unfolded it.

The paper contained a portrait of a woman with delicate features and a captivating charm that evoked pity in her eyes. Information was also noted beside the portrait.

"She is the eldest daughter of the wealthy Lin family of Liuling. Go and kill her."

Yue Wuhen's voice was calm and even, as if he were talking about something ordinary.

His gaze shifted to the assassin on the other side.

"Yueyi, you go with him and clean up if necessary."

Without hesitation, Yueyi replied, "Yes."

"Go down."

"Yes."

Wen Yubai held the paper scroll, turned around, and left with Yue Yi.

Yue Wuhen watched their backs as they disappeared behind the door.

He remained seated, his fingers tapping absently on the armrest.

Yue Wuhen recalled the alleyways of Lin Yuan City.

Wen Yubai stood protectively in front of the woman, his eyes filled with a clear, angry glint as he attacked her.

Now, however, he is ordered to kill her.

I'm really curious.

What kind of wonderful expression will appear on this person's face when they regain their memories?

-

On the way to Liuling City, Wen Yubai and Yue Yi rode side by side.

The two barely communicated, only giving brief directions or indicating when necessary to rest.

On the evening of the third day, when they were resting by a stream, Wen Yubai tried to speak.

"Moonlight, is that your name?"

Yueyi was wiping his scimitar when he heard this, and he stopped working.

"Code name. We don't have names in this building."

Wen Yubai asked hesitantly, "Then my code name is Ah Bai?"

This title seemed somewhat out of place within the assassin organization.

That's so strange.

But when the poster brought him back, he never mentioned any other name, only calling him Ah Bai.

Yueyi paused, her expression somewhat strange, and gave a vague "hmm".

"Did the original poster always wear a mask?"

"From the day I met him, it has been."

Have you ever seen what he looks like behind the mask?

Yue shook her head and stopped answering, clearly feeling that the question had crossed a line.

Wen Yubai wisely refrained from asking further questions and instead looked at Yue Yi's gleaming curved blade.

"Your knife seems different from ours."

He had seen the assassins in the building; they mostly used longswords or short blades.

"What suits you best is the best."

As Yueyi spoke, she rotated her wrist.

The blade flashed through the air in an extremely tricky arc, so fast that only a blur remained.

"The shape of this knife is suitable for cutting into confined spaces from unexpected angles."

"Killing is not a competition, the faster and more ruthless the better."

Wen Yubai stared, slightly lost in thought.

"And you?" Yueyi suddenly asked, "What do you usually use?"

Wen Yubai paused for a moment, then reached for the basic short dagger at his waist.

"This one? But I don't think I'm very good at using it."

Yueyi glanced at him, said nothing, and simply got up.

"Let's get going."

A few days later, the two arrived at Liuling City.

Yueyi found a secluded inn to stay in.

After nightfall, he gave Wen Yubai a set of night clothes and a black veil.

"Put them on, we'll move at midnight and finish this quickly."

Wen Yubai changed his clothes. The night clothes were made of thin fabric that clung to his skin, yet allowed for exceptional freedom of movement.

He looked at himself in the mirror, only his eyes were visible.

The sense of unfamiliarity in my heart grew stronger.

Wen Yubai turned around and met Yue Yi's gaze.

Yueyi had also changed her clothes, dressed all in black, and was quietly watching him.

Wen Yubai felt a little uncomfortable under their gaze and asked, "Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Yueyi snapped out of her reverie and looked away.

"No, both are correct."

He paused, and after a long while, he managed to utter a sentence.

"You have a pretty good figure."

Wen Yubai: ...

He didn't know how to respond for a moment, and simply said thank you.

As midnight approached, the two sneaked into the Lin family's villa.

The garden is lush with flowers and trees, and the scenery is exquisite.

Wen Yubai and Yue Yi hid in the tree canopy.

By the light of the moon and lamp, one could clearly see the warm yellow candlelight shining through the window paper.

Yueyi's aura was completely concealed.

If he weren't beside him, Wen Yubai would hardly have noticed his presence.

Yueyi's voice was kept extremely low.

"The target is in the west wing. Remember, kill with one blow, don't linger."