Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

"Knock knock knock—"

Qian Han had just reached the kitchen door when she heard a knock and turned back. Before she even reached the entrance, the sound from outside the door came through first.

"Xiao Tong! Xiao Tong, are you still there?!"

It was Xia An'an's voice, and her tone was noticeably breathless and a little guilty.

Qian Han opened the door and saw Xia An'an leaning against the door frame with one hand and supporting her knee with the other, panting heavily.

"An'an?"

Her eyes widened slightly, somewhat surprised. "How come you..."

"Qian Han".

Xia An'an grabbed her hand. "Xiao Tong is still here with you, right? He hasn't left yet, has he?"

"Yes, I am."

Qian Han stepped aside and led Xia An'an inside, saying gently, "He's eating."

After following Qian Han for a while, Xia An'an indeed saw it—

Xia Tong was sitting at the dining table, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, burying his head in his food.

"An'an's here too?"

Grandpa Qian put down his chopsticks, turned to look at Xia An'an, his face as kind as ever. "Come, come, have some! Grandpa made a lot of dishes today!"

"Ah? Grandpa Qian, I..."

Xia An'an quickly waved her hands, her flustered expression replaced by an embarrassed blush. "No, no, Grandpa! My dad has already cooked dinner. I just came to pick up Xiaotong..."

However, when she mentioned "the food my dad cooked," her voice unconsciously softened, and her gaze drifted towards Xia Tong, her eyes conveying a clear "you know what I mean."

After receiving a look from her sister, Xia Tong remained silent for a second.

He glanced down at the last few mouthfuls of rice left in his bowl and quickened his pace of eating.

After finishing her meal in a few bites, Xia Tong gently placed the bowl on the table and stood up.

"Grandpa Qian,"

He bowed slightly. "Thank you. I'll head back now."

"You're leaving already?"

Grandpa Qian also stood up, "You've only eaten so little..."

"I'm already full."

Then, Xia Tong picked up a bag that was placed aside—it was something Grandpa Qian had just insisted on giving him, saying, "Take some back for your sister and dad to try."

"This child..."

Grandpa Qian shook his head, but a doting smile remained on his face.

Xia An'an looked at the bag in Xia Tong's hand, and then at Grandpa Qian's kind face. Her embarrassment was almost overflowing.

"Grandpa Qian, um... Xiao Tong took so many things from you, I'm really sorry..."

She scratched her head, her voice trailing off, "Or maybe I..."

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Grandpa Qian's eyes crinkled with laughter, and he said in a hearty tone, "Children should eat more if they can. Here, have some, and come back for more when you're done!"

Although Grandpa Qian had said that, Xia An'an still felt it wasn't quite right. She opened her mouth, about to say something more, when—

"You child, why are you being so polite with your grandfather?"

Grandpa Qian smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Come and play again next time."

"Okay! Goodbye, Grandpa!"

Xia An'an nodded vigorously, then took Xia Tong's hand and walked outside.

After seeing them to the door, Qian Han waved to them.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!"

……

Even after leaving Qian Han's house for a while, Xia An'an's gaze kept drifting towards the things in Xia Tong's hands.

At this moment, Xia Tong was carrying a bag in one hand and took out a osmanthus cake made by Qian Han from the bag with the other hand, ready to eat it.

"Xiaotong..."

"Um?"

Xia Tong glanced down at the osmanthus cake in her hand, then turned to look at her sister. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..."

Xia An'an shook her head.

Speaking of which, although I forgot my younger brother at Qianhan's house today, Xiaotong... doesn't seem angry.

Since leaving Qian Han's house, he hasn't said a single word like "How could you forget me?"

Xia An'an pursed her lips, and the feeling of guilt welled up in her heart again.

"Xiaotong, um—"

She had just opened her mouth when something was suddenly stuffed into it.

"Hmm!"

Xia An'an was caught off guard, her mouth was completely stuffed with osmanthus cake, and she could only make muffled protests.

"Okay, okay, you can have one too."

Xia Tong withdrew her hand and said casually.

Xia An'an took two bites, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus cake melting in her mouth, the soft and glutinous texture making her unconsciously squint her eyes.

good to eat.

She swallowed it and licked her lips.

"Xiaotong, that's not what I meant..."

"?"

Xia Tong stopped, thought for a few seconds, and then handed the bag to Xia An'an.

"Alright then, sis, you can have them all."

Xia An'an looked down at the bag that had suddenly appeared in her arms, then looked up at her younger brother's face.

That's not what I meant!

Her voice rose a little, carrying a hint of helpless exasperation.

"Hmm? None of them suit your taste?"

Xia Tong tilted her head, her tone tinged with confusion.

"I……"

Xia An'an opened her mouth, but found that she didn't know where to begin.

She took a deep breath and hugged the bag a little tighter.

"Never mind, let's go home first."

……

On the other side, the Xia family.

Hyacinthus sat on the edge of the coffee table, his hands supporting him on the surface, his legs swinging gently.

His gaze swept across the living room and landed on the figure in the kitchen, who was wearing an apron and bustling about.

Xia Mu was wearing an apron and holding a spatula, carefully stirring the "vegetables" in the pot.

As the spatula flipped the contents of the pan, a vaguely colored, indescribable substance tumbled in the pot, emitting an indescribable odor.

Yacintos's gaze followed Xia Mu's movements, watching him carefully scoop the "vegetable" into a plate, and then watch him turn around to clean up the stove.

Then, his gaze fell on the "dish" that had been served on the table.

What is this?

Hyacinthus moved closer and sniffed.

It smells... a little strange.

He looked up at Xia Mu, who was still busy in the kitchen, and then looked down at the plate of food.

He had never seen this kind of "dish" before, but since his father made it, it must be...delicious, right?

As Hyacinthus thought this, he carefully reached out and gently poked the edge of the lump of food in the plate, getting a little bit of sauce on his fingertip.

He glanced down at it, then raised his hand and took a bite.

The next second—

Hyacinthus's body stiffened abruptly.

Her light purple eyes suddenly widened, and her pupils contracted slightly.

An indescribable taste exploded in his mouth: salty, bitter, astringent, spicy... and a kind of shock that he couldn't describe, as if his soul had been struck.

Hyacinthus's thoughts seemed to be paused at that moment.

Then, his body began to sway gently.

"Gurgle..."

Hyacinthus let out a faint, indistinct sound, and then with a "poof," he turned into a pale green dot of light.

The point of light swayed in the air, then flew precariously toward the coffee table and plunged headfirst into the pot of hyacinths.

The hyacinth petals trembled slightly before returning to stillness.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from the direction of the entrance.

"I'm back--"

Xia An'an's voice came from the entrance hall.

She carried the bag of things given to her by Grandpa Qian in one hand and held Xia Tong's hand with the other.

As Xia Tong followed behind her, just as he was about to say "I'm back," his gaze was immediately drawn to the pot of hyacinths on the coffee table.

"Um?"

Xia Tong frowned slightly.

He suddenly sensed a faint aura of the Flower Fairy King emanating from the pot of hyacinths.

However, the state of this aura seems a bit strange.

Just as Xia Tong wanted to get a little closer and take a closer look—

"You're back?"

Xia Mu's voice came from the kitchen doorway. He came out carrying the last steaming plate of "dishes" with a gentle smile on his face. "It's time to eat."

Xia Tong stopped in her tracks.

His gaze shifted from the hyacinths to the plate of "dishes" in Xia Mu's hand.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the dining table again.

Several dishes were already laid out on the table—if those oddly colored, abstractly shaped things that emitted an unknown smell could be called "dishes".

"what?"

Xia Tong immediately looked embarrassed and subconsciously took a half step back.

"Xiao Tong, come and sit down."

Xia An'an had already walked up to him without him noticing, and quietly grabbed his wrist with one hand.

Xia Tong glanced down at her sister's hand, then looked up at her eyes that seemed to say, "Save me, don't leave me alone."

Xia Tong: "..."

He opened his mouth, about to say, "I've already eaten at Qian Han's house."

But before she could speak, Xia An'an's fingers tightened a little, as if she were making a silent plea.

Xia Tong hesitated for two seconds.

Then he sighed.

"I see……"

"Um!"

Xia An'an's eyes lit up instantly, and she pulled him toward the dining table.

The siblings sat down side by side, facing the "dinner" that Xia Mu had carefully prepared.

Xia Mu took off her apron, sat down opposite them, and wore a satisfied smile.

"I made several new dishes today. Try them and give Dad your feedback."

Xia An'an's hand trembled slightly as she picked up the chopsticks.

Xia Tong looked at the strangely colored "dish" in front of her, took a deep breath, and then picked up a piece with her chopsticks.

He stared at the unidentified object for a few seconds, then silently began to analyze it using magic.

This thing... strictly speaking, has nutrients that the body needs... although it doesn't look like something you could eat at all.

"Xiaotong, how are you?"

Xia Mu looked at him expectantly.

Xia Tong put the small piece in her mouth and chewed it twice without expression.

Hmm... it won't kill me.

He silently drew a conclusion in his mind, then swallowed it without changing his expression.

But how did it end up tasted so bad?

Xia Tong sighed inwardly, but nodded calmly on her face, "Yeah, it's alright."

Looking at her younger brother's "ready to die" expression, Xia An'an felt a mix of emotions.

Xiaotong, are you helping me share the firepower?

She pursed her lips and stole a glance at Xia Mu—her father was busy picking at his food and didn't seem to notice them.

Xia An'an quietly used her chopsticks to quickly transfer half of the contents of her own bowl into Xia Tong's bowl.

As Xia Tong chewed, his thoughts suddenly went blank.

My vision was slightly dizzy, as if I had drunk a strong liquor, and I didn't even notice my sister's little movements.

He blinked, chewed twice more, and then swallowed.

……

After dinner, Xia Tong returned to her room.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the eyes of Shadow Chun, Shadow Jiuqiansui, Jiuqiansui, Shadow Shanmeng, and Chengyi all turned to him.

"Xiaotong..."

Shadow Camellia had barely begun to speak when her voice abruptly stopped.

Xia Tong had already walked to the bedside, and then with a soft "thump," he lay straight down on the bed, not even having time to take off his shoes, his whole body sinking into the soft bedding.

His breathing quickly became steady and even.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was the first to react. He flew quietly to Xia Tong's side and tilted his head to examine him for a few seconds.

"Asleep?"

She reached out her finger and gently poked Xia Tong's cheek.

no response.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream also flew over, her deep purple-red eyes filled with worry, and her voice unconsciously lowered.

"Xia Tong? Xia Tong, what's wrong?"

Chengyi also landed beside Xia Tong's pillow, her blue-purple eyes watery, and she reached out her small hand to gently touch his forehead.

"Tong, are you asleep?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of uncertainty.

Shadow Camellia floated above Xia Tong, her gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds, her brows furrowing slightly.

Then, she turned to look at the Shadow Red Rain that flew out of Xia Tong's pocket.

"Hongyu, you went with Xiaotong, what's going on?"

Dark Shadow Red Rain blinked, thought back for a moment, and realized that Xia Tong hadn't done anything strange today.

She then shook her head: "I don't know."

"have no idea?"

Shadow Camellia's brow furrowed even more. "You haven't always—"

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Tong suddenly reached out unconsciously and hugged the Shadow Camellia floating directly above her.

「!?」

The voice of Shadow Chun caught in her throat, and she froze instantly.

Before she could react, Xia Tong had already rolled over in her arms, letting out a barely audible, comfortable sigh.

At this moment, Shadow Chun was pressed tightly against Xia Tong's chest, and through the fabric, she could feel his body temperature, which was higher than usual.

Because her body temperature was already low, she felt as if she were being tightly wrapped in a heater.

At the boundary between cold and hot, there is a strange sensation.

An Yingchun's face flushed instantly, the blush spreading from her ears down her neck. Her fingers clenched in mid-air, and after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence through clenched teeth: "Xiao Tong?"

However, he still didn't react.

Xia Tong's breathing remained steady, even deeper than before.

?

The others looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Ninth Prince floated closer, his gaze lingering on Xia Tong's face for a few seconds before tilting his head slightly.

She raised her hand and gently stroked Xia Tong's cheek.

"His body temperature is higher than usual."

A moment later, the Ninth Prince withdrew his hand.

"Did the child eat something unclean...? This looks like poisoning."

"Poisoning?!"

An Ying Shan Meng's voice rose slightly, her silver-white twin tails swaying violently with her movement, "So what do we do now!"

"take it easy."

The Ninth Prince shook his head, his gaze returning to Xia Tong's face. "Although none of us know how to detoxify, judging from the child's condition, his body seems to be breaking down the toxins on its own. Otherwise, his reaction would have been much stronger."

Everyone glanced again at Xia Tong, who was lying on her side on the bed, holding An Ying Chun.

Her breathing was steady, her brows were relaxed, and she even gently nuzzled the "pillow" in her arms.

At this moment, Shadow Red Rain also flew above Xia Tong and looked down at him.

"When will you wake up?"

"It could take an hour or two if things go smoothly, but it might take until tomorrow morning if things go slowly."

The Ninth Prince said calmly, "His body is taking care of itself; we just need to wait."

"wait?"

An Yingchun's voice came from Xia Tong's arms, "Just like that... wait?"

"Um."

The Ninth Prince nodded, his gaze falling on her, a hint of gentle teasing in his eyes, "Or perhaps, Chun, you'd like to come out first?"

"Hey? That's right."

The Ninth Prince of Shadows' gaze shifted back and forth between Xia Tong and Shadow Chun. Her voice suddenly became soft and gentle, carrying a deliberate, concerned tone.

"Tsubaki, I heard that people who aren't feeling well shouldn't use ice packs. What if you catch a cold from holding onto ice for too long?"

She tilted her head slightly, clasped her hands together, and said, "How about... I take your place?"

Shadow Tsubaki's eyelid twitched.

"Me too! Me too!"

Shadow Mountain Dream, standing nearby, nodded hastily, her deep purple-red eyes filled with an urgent desire to help. "Me too! I'm warmer than the Ninth Prince!"

Chengyi also raised her little hand, her voice soft and sweet: "Me too..."

Dark Shadow Red Rain drifted to the side, its orange-red eyes lingering on Xia Tong's face for a few seconds before glancing at Dark Shadow Chun. Its lips moved slightly, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it simply clenched its skirt quietly.

"you--"

Shadow Camellia took a deep breath, her crimson eyes coldly sweeping over the group of eager-to-try guys in front of her.

"Need not."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable calmness: "It's just hot, I can handle that..."

However, at the same moment, a few streets away from the Xia family, in the depths of the night, another "crisis" was quietly unfolding.

Under the pitch-black night sky, a mother and daughter were walking slowly along a deserted road. The little girl nestled beside her mother, carefully holding a pot of butterfly flowers in her arms.

Just as they stepped onto the zebra crossing to cross the road, a car suddenly sped towards them at an alarming speed, threatening to hit them.

At the critical moment, a lithe blue figure appeared out of thin air, steadily blocking the mother and daughter, its body instantly radiating a gentle yet dazzling pale blue light.