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

After waking up, Yun Zhaoting was lying in his room.

His body was wrapped in bandages, and with the slightest breath, a tearing pain shot through his chest.

His face was as pale as paper, but when he saw Yue Wuhen guarding his bedside, he still managed to force a gentle smile.

"Clear and bright".

"This is your name, given to you by your mother."

"A clear moon and gentle breeze, a clear mind and a bright future, welcome home."

He reached out to pat his younger brother's head, but his hand trembled so badly that he withdrew it.

"It's my fault for not finding you sooner, leaving you to wander outside and suffer so much."

Yue Wuhen gently shook his head, "It's not bitter."

Yun Zhaoting looked at him tenderly, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression turned serious.

"Jiming, you must stop having contact with Ye Fuguang. He killed my father..."

No, he isn't.

Yun Zhaoting was stunned. "What?"

Yue Wuhen lowered his eyes, and he heard his own voice.

"Father, I killed him."

"Jiming, you..."

Yun Zhaoting opened his mouth, wanting to grab his hand and question, "Is this true?"

But as soon as he raised his hand, he couldn't help but press it against his aching chest.

"puff--"

Blood stained the bedding in front of him; he gasped for breath, his vision blurring.

In a daze, he recalled his father's last words.

"Zhaoting, if you find Jiming, you must treat him well. No matter what he has done, don't blame him, don't blame him..."

Oh, I see.

Why would he be surprised?

He tried to grab his brother's hand and tell him that he didn't blame him, and that their father had never blamed him either.

But blood rushed to his throat, and his vision went completely dark.

Seeing this, Yue Wuhen staggered to his feet and rushed out to call for a doctor.

The doctor arrived and said there was no danger to her life, but she was experiencing too much emotional distress and needed to rest.

But the image of the blood-stained bedding lingered in Yue Wuhen's mind.

My heart felt like it was being crushed by something.

He went to the cemetery on the back hill.

The tombstone stands desolate and silent before the joint burial site.

Yue Wuhen slowly knelt down, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Your child... is unfilial."

"My child... deserves to die."

Later, he ventured deeper into the back of the mountain.

There is a small, secluded pear grove there, which I heard was planted by his mother when she was pregnant with him.

The pear blossoms are in full bloom in April.

A faded crimson ribbon stood out starkly against the backdrop of pure white trees.

The writing on the ribbon was blurry and he couldn't recognize it.

He knelt under the tree, with the sword that had killed his father in front of him.

A spring breeze blows, and petals fall softly.

It sounded like a sigh.

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[Congratulations, the objectives and tasks—to make the Demonic Sect Leader fall in love, the Martial Arts Alliance Leader indulge in lust, and the Moon Shadow Pavilion Master willingly die—have all been completed.√]

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The mechanical sound echoed in my mind.

Lin Qingdeng stared blankly at the waning moon outside the window.

it is finally over.

She can go home now.

Go back to that world with cell phones, Wi-Fi, air conditioning, takeout, no sword fights, and no sense of helplessness.

Returning to family and to a peaceful, ordinary life.

She wants to go home.

She wants to go home.

She wanted...she really wanted...

The night breeze brushed against my face, carrying the coolness of late spring.

She heard herself say it.

"System, I'm not replying."

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The headquarters of the Demonic Cult.

Su Han's expression was cold. "There's no medicine that can bring the dead back to life."

He had read so many medical books, tried so many medicinal herbs, and saved so many lives.

There is nothing that can bring a person who has stopped breathing back to life.

Bringing the dead back to life? That's a pipe dream.

Lin Qingdeng had no intention of arguing with him. "If you don't move aside, he really won't be able to come back."

Ye Fuguang's gaze darted back and forth between her and the figure in the coffin, his expression complex.

He knew in his heart that what Lin Qingdeng said was too absurd, but looking at the lifeless face in the coffin...

The last vestiges of hope overwhelmed reason.

Finally, he stepped aside to make way.

Lin Qingdeng quickly stepped forward and took out a pill that shimmered with a faint glow.

Carefully feed it to Wen Yubai's lips.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and in just a moment, a faint trace of color appeared on the pale face.

Wen Yubai's consciousness was still trapped in the chaos before his death.

The man's smiling face, the pain in my abdomen, and that overlapping silhouette—scenes flashed through my mind.

Wen Yubai's eyelashes trembled, and her consciousness rose from the darkness.

He thought that when he opened his eyes, he would be in the system space.

Unexpectedly, I was confronted with a beautiful face, tears welling up in my eyes, so close to mine.

"...Clear the lamp?"

Lin Qingdeng stared blankly at him, at those eyes that still held a hint of bewilderment.

The tears that I had been holding back finally streamed down my face like a broken string.

Wen Yubai propped himself up and asked softly, "What happened?"

"Very good."

Lin Qingdeng's voice choked with emotion, and she suddenly bent down and hugged him tightly.

"You're still alive...that's so good..."

But after the initial euphoria and excitement subsided, a deep sorrow welled up inside.

She will never be able to go home again.

She buried her face in his chest, and in that moment of losing control, she murmured a few words very softly.

"There's no going back..."

A hint of emotion was revealed.

Wen Yubai was stunned, realizing something.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and patted her trembling back.

"sorry."

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with remorse.

"I'm the one who put you in a difficult position."

Su Han, who was standing to the side, was stunned.

The person who was lifeless just a moment ago is now breathing.

He fell into doubt and confusion about everything he had learned in his life.

Ye Fuguang was not skilled in medicine.

Somewhat surprised by the miraculous return to life, Lin Qingdeng then threw herself onto Wen Yubai.

He stared at the two people embracing in front of him, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Ultimately, they could no longer tolerate it.

"Have you hugged enough?"

Lin Qingdeng withdrew from Wen Yubai's embrace, already annoyed, and then she was criticized.

"What are you yelling about!"

Wen Yubai gently patted Lin Qingdeng's hand to comfort her, then said, "I want to go wash up first."

Su Han immediately stepped forward and said with concern, "You just woke up, let me help you."

The other two followed closely behind.

Wen Yubai felt he wasn't that useless and declined the offer to help him bathe.

Lin Qingdeng glanced at Su Han, her heart filled with suspicion.

Ye Fuguang's intentions were obvious; she could understand why he wanted to do it.

Why does this doctor's gaze towards Manager Wen seem a little innocuous?

Has she been corrupted by the unpredictability of this world, to the point that she sees everyone as gay...?

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Wen Yubai returned to his room feeling refreshed.

A bowl of congee and side dishes were already laid out on the table. He ate a little and then asked about recent events.

Lin Qingdeng told Wen Yubai about how Yue Wuhen, in alliance with the Demonic Sect, attacked the Yun family and nearly killed Yun Zhaoting, only to discover that he was actually Yue Wuhen's younger brother.

"He and Madam Yun look so alike. They could recognize each other simply by taking off their masks, but they have to make it so complicated."

"I really don't understand why he always wears that mask..."

Lin Qingdeng didn't understand, and was too lazy to think about it deeply.

She had only one opinion about the person who had killed her.

Stupid man, he deserves it.

Su Han sipped his tea, his expression complex, hesitant to speak.

Wen Yubai felt a pang of sadness.

He didn't have much contact with Yue Wuhen and didn't have a deep impression of him.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be Yun Zhaoting's younger brother.