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

Next May, spring will be deep and summer will be shallow.

Wen Yubai returned to Qingshui Town, where Brother Zhang and his wife had a lovely daughter.

"Manager Wen, you're finally back! We've been waiting for you to celebrate Xiuxiu's one-month birthday!"

Brother Zhang was beaming with joy, holding an infant wrapped in a red silk swaddling cloth in his arms.

Wen Yubai smiled as he handed over the congratulatory gift, his gaze falling on the swaddling clothes.

Xiuxiu is awake right now, not crying or making a fuss, her big, dark eyes darting around curiously.

"Come here, Manager Wen, let me give you a hug!"

Brother Zhang carefully handed the child over, smiling sheepishly:

"We say here that if a baby is held by good-looking and kind-hearted people, he will grow up to be handsome and blessed!"

Wen Yubai took the soft lump.

Xiuxiu stirred in his arms, but instead of crying, she opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

His heart softened, and a smile spread across his eyes.

Wen Yubai lightly touched one knee to the ground, half-squatting down so that Ye Fuguang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could see the little guy in his arms.

"Isn't it cute?"

The sunlight outlined a soft silhouette, and the young man holding the child had a smile on his face.

The image froze in Ye Fuguang's eyes. He looked at it, and then said:

"cute."

-

Wen Yubai continued walking with Ye Fuguang, having seen the misty rain of Jiangnan and traversed the wind and sand of the northern frontier.

Later, tensions rose again on the frontier, and war reignited.

The fire started in Shuofeng City, a key defensive line.

That battle was extremely fierce, but fortunately, we held on.

I heard that the commander led his soldiers to defend the strategic pass to the death, but they eventually exhausted themselves and were overwhelmed by a hail of arrows, leaving no trace of their bodies.

That late autumn, Wen Yubai passed through Qixia and stopped by the Yun family's house.

The once grand mansion with its high walls and bustling crowds is now locked up, its courtyard walls weathered and worn.

The stone lions in front of the gate were covered in dust, and only the wind blew through the empty courtyard.

He saw a tombstone in the cemetery behind the mountain, which read:

Therefore, the garrison commander of Shuofeng City was Yun Zhaoting.

Wen Yubai squatted down, brushed the dust off the monument, tied the wildflowers he had picked with straw rope, and placed them in front of the monument.

"Luckily, I found some flowers along the way, otherwise I would have come empty-handed."

He spoke calmly, as if chatting with an old friend.

"The imperial court has sent an experienced general to garrison Shuofeng City, so the people can live in peace now. Don't worry."

After saying that, he took out a small jar of sake, poured a cup, and poured it in front of the monument.

"Just one drink. You'll make things worse if you drink."

Wen Yubai got up and left. As he passed the stone tablet next to him, he looked at the three characters "Yun Jiming" on it.

He paused, then put down the remaining few flowers in his hand.

Ye Fuguang sat in a wheelchair not far away, watching quietly.

-

In the height of summer, the two went to Biluo Mountain to escape the heat.

The mountains are lush with trees and clear springs, and the waterfall at the top of the mountain is absolutely stunning.

The water flows down from a cliff several dozen feet high, like a silver river falling.

Splashing water creates a misty spray, and sunlight shines through the mist, refracting into colorful rainbows.

Ye Fuguang turned his head and looked at the person next to him.

The clear sky is high and vast, with drifting clouds and floating rainbows.

The person tilted their head back, tiny water droplets wetting their temples and eyelashes, shimmering like shattered glass in the sunlight.

He seemed to blend into the scenery, appearing so...

A breeze blew by, and the sound of the night light was very soft.

Like a wisp of smoke, it dissipated in the wind.

"Am I trapping you?"

He didn't wait for a response, his gaze returning to the waterfall, the mist wetting his eyelashes.

After a while.

Don't overthink it.

A warm hand landed on the top of his head and gently rubbed it.

Ye Fuguang stared blankly ahead, her eyelashes trembling.

He was afraid that if he looked up, the sunlight would sting his eyes.

I'm also afraid that if I lower my eyes, the rising heat and moisture will drip down.

He didn't want to cry.

Wen Yubai didn't need to look down to know that Ye Fuguang was lost in thought again.

He knelt down and handed over a clean handkerchief.

"Don't you like it here?"

Ye Fuguang took the handkerchief, but didn't wipe it; he just held it tightly.

"I like it, I really like it."

-

Another Spring Festival has arrived, and Wen Yubai has returned to Qingshui Town with Ye Fuguang.

Brother Zhang's door was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and Spring Festival couplets were pasted all over the lintel.

Xiuxiu is two years old. She has pigtails and is wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket.

Upon seeing them enter, she first hid behind her mother, peeking out with her big eyes to curiously observe them.

After a while, she seemed to remember something, and she took a few steps with her short legs, wobbling as she pounced over.

Wen Yubai quickly squatted down and gently caught the soft little girl in his arms.

"Xiuxiu still remembers me?"

"Brother, brother..."

The little girl called out indistinctly, clutching a few candies wrapped in red paper in her hand.

She peeled one open and held it to Wen Yubai's lips with her small hand.

Wen Yubai was somewhat surprised, a smile spreading across his eyes as he opened his mouth in agreement.

"Xiuxiu is so kind, thank you Xiuxiu."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang watched from the sidelines, beaming with joy.

The little girl smiled happily, as if she had discovered a new continent, and looked down at Dongdong sitting in the wheelchair.

After carefully picking and choosing, she selected one and held out her little hand to hand it over.

"Brother is eating candy. The candy is sweet, and he's happy."

Ye Fuguang raised her eyes, stared at the small hand in front of her, and froze.

Wen Yubai noticed that he was hesitant to take it, wondering what he was thinking.

He was worried that Xiuxiu's arm would get tired from holding it up for too long, so he took the candy and placed it in Ye Fuguang's palm.

Wen Yubai took out two prepared red envelopes, but Brother Zhang immediately waved his hand and declined.

"No, no, Manager Wen, you're too kind."

Wen Yubai stuffed the red envelope into Xiuxiu's hand.

"It's for the child, just for good luck, it has nothing to do with you."

"May she be safe, joyful, and grow up happily."

Before they left, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang insisted on giving them a large bag of sausages.

"It's homemade, you can steam it or stir-fry it, it's very fragrant."

Wen Yubai accepted it with a smile, "Then I won't be polite."

Along the way, he pushed the wheelchair and noticed that Ye Fuguang still had the candy in her hand.

He couldn't help but remind him, "If you keep covering it, it'll melt soon. If you're not going to eat it, just give it to me."

"I'll eat it."

Ye Fuguang slowly unwrapped the candy and put it in his mouth.

The sweetness melted in his mouth, and he lowered his head.

Plop, plop.

Wen Yubai sighed silently and looked away.

When he arrived at the next town, he went to a pastry shop.

When he returned, he placed a small package wrapped in oiled paper on Ye Fuguang's lap.

"Don't eat too much at once, it's bad for your teeth."

Ye Fuguang lowered his head, slowly untied the rope, and lifted the oil paper.

Inside were neatly arranged candies of all kinds.

-

They saw many things together.

The vibrant peach blossoms of spring, the lush forests of midsummer, the tranquil lakeside of autumn nights, the vast snowfields of winter...

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

A warmth gradually appeared in Ye Fuguang's eyes. He would take the initiative to say which pastry shop he wanted to eat and would tell her about his past adventures in the martial arts world.

When she saw that Wen Yubai's cuffs were worn out, she clumsily took a needle and thread and tried to sew them up.

Even if Wen Yubai says he doesn't need it and can buy a new one.

Everything seems to be slowly getting better.

During the follow-up visit, Dr. Zhang took the patient's pulse for a long time, sighed, and said:

"If you are willing to have your limb amputated and dissipate all your martial arts skills, with my lifelong knowledge of recuperation, you can live for another ten or eight years."

Ye Fuguang looked at the newly sprouted buds on the branches and suddenly smiled.

"No need, that's enough."

After learning of Zhang Lao's choice, Wen Yubai did not try to dissuade him.

Since then, Ye Fuguang's poisoning flared up more and more frequently, and the pain became more and more intense with each attack.

One last time, he curled up on the couch, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably.

She bit her lower lip until it bled, but she still couldn't help letting out a few groans.

His unfocused gaze barely lingered on the person standing guard by the bedside.

It hurts so much... He's in so much pain...

"Can you hug me?"

As soon as he spoke, he closed his eyes, concealing the embarrassment and disgust within, and turned his face inward.

The voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

"…never mind"

The next second, a pair of hands lifted him up, and he fell into a warm embrace.

Ye Fuguang could no longer hold back and trembled as she grabbed the man's collar.

She buried her face in his chest, which smelled of familiar soap, and tears silently soaked her skin.

He listened to his heartbeat through the fabric.

Thump, thump, thump...

Miraculously, the excruciating pain that was tearing at his body gradually subsided.

The trembling of the person in my arms gradually stopped, and their breathing became lighter and lighter.

The sky outside the window darkened, and a light spring rain began to fall.

Later, Wen Yubai took him to Biluo Mountain.

From then on, green hills and clear waters served as his tomb, and waterfalls and flowing springs accompanied him.