Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Shen Que gently patted Chen Su's head and handed her a gift.

The gift box that Shen Que handed over wasn't very big, but it was very well wrapped.

It is a light blue velvet gift box.

Under his gaze, Chen Su carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box.

Inside, lying quietly, is a Sony mirrorless camera. The body is understated black with smooth lines, exuding a high-quality feel.

What's even more special is that there's a very unique dark engraving of the letter "S" on the side of the device, clearly indicating that it's a custom-made model.

This gift is definitely not cheap.

Holding the camera, she was momentarily at a loss.

My memory was suddenly pulled back to a summer evening.

Shen Que took her home on his motorcycle, passing through streets dyed golden orange by the setting sun, with colorful clouds spreading across the sky, a scene so beautiful it seemed otherworldly.

Even through the helmet, the colors were so vibrant they captivated her. She couldn't help but press herself against Shen Que's back and whisper, "...It's so beautiful. If I took a picture of it, it would be absolutely gorgeous..."

At the time, I felt that mobile phones could never reproduce those levels of color and light, and that cameras were the eyes that recorded reality.

The wind was howling and the engine was humming. She thought her voice was drowned out, and she even forgot about it when she turned her head.

Unexpectedly, he heard it and remembered it.

"You..." Chen Su raised her head, her eyes welling up again, her voice choked with emotion, "How could you..."

Shen Que looked away, seemingly unaccustomed to her straightforward expression of emotion, his tone remaining as calm as ever: "I just happened to see it, and I think it suits you."

That's where you can see it perfectly.

This custom-made item, with its clearly engraved logo, was obviously made on purpose.

He changed the subject and walked towards the pink birthday cake: "Make a wish."

He unwrapped the included number candle, which read "18," carefully placed it in the center of the cake, then took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it with a "snap."

The candlelight flickered, and its warm yellow glow instantly became the brightest and warmest light source in the dimly lit living room.

The light also softly shone on Shen Que's face.

He was born with a strikingly handsome face, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and thin lips. When he wasn't smiling, his eyes were sharp, always carrying an aura of hostility or aloofness that kept strangers at bay, as if he never bothered to look at anyone seriously.

But at this moment, in the flickering candlelight, the lines on his face seemed to be softened considerably.

Those unfathomable black eyes were staring intently at Chen Su, their depths reflecting two small, flickering flames.

And in the center of the flames, her face.

Under his gaze, Chen Su's heart suddenly raced.

She quickly closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and placed them under her chin.

My heart's desire is simple and sincere, and there is only one:

—May this young man before me, Shen Que, break free from all the mud and shackles and have a bright, splendid, and free life to come.

She took a deep breath, bent down, and blew out the candle.

"What did you wish for?"

Shen Que's voice rang out in the quiet space, carrying a hint of barely perceptible curiosity.

Chen Su opened her eyes, blinked, and gave a sly smile: "It won't work if you say it out loud."

Shen Que's brows furrowed habitually, as if he had never heard of such a claim, or rather, he did not believe in such ethereal "efficacy".

He looked at her, his gaze earnest, his tone carrying an air of self-assurance:

"Tsk, if you don't tell me... how am I supposed to know, or how can I help you get what you want?"

It's not a perfunctory "wish come true," but a direct "help you get what you want."

He was telling her that he didn't believe in wishing; he believed in action, in his own power. If her wish needed help, he would be the one to reach out.

Chen Su looked at him, her smile slowly widening, her eyes curving into crescents, filled with tiny starlight and undisguised emotion.

She didn't answer, but her knowing smile, filled with boundless trust, said it all.

In that instant, Shen Que felt as if his heart in the left side of his chest had been hit hard by something, and then began to beat uncontrollably and violently, thump, thump, thump, the sound so loud it seemed to burst out of his chest.

A strong, almost intuitive thought struck him—

Her wish was related to him.

Before eating the cake, Chen Su looked at the beautifully decorated and adorable pink cake in front of her and suddenly thought of something.

She looked up at Shen Que with bright, sparkling eyes:

"Shen Que, it seems like... we don't even have a single photo together yet?"

Shen Que followed her gaze to the cake, then looked at her again, and nodded: "Let's take a picture."

He barely hesitated before picking up the brand-new camera next to him and getting up to search for a suitable tripod.

He quickly found a lightweight tripod, set up the camera steadily, adjusted the angle, and aimed it at the sofa.

He studied the camera interface for a moment, skillfully set a ten-second countdown, and then pressed the shutter.

The beeping notification sound began to ring rhythmically.

He walked quickly back to the sofa and sat down next to Chen Su.

The two maintained a polite distance from each other and did not stand very close.

Chen Su reacted quickly, scooping up the little orange cat that was trying to grab the cake cream with its paws. Ignoring the little guy's protests, she held it to her chest and tried to get it to look at the camera.

The little guy was being restless, tugging at the buttons on her sleeve with his paws.

The countdown beeped more and more urgently.

3--

Shen Que shifted his gaze from the camera, slightly turning his head to look at Chen Su beside him. Chen Su also subconsciously turned her head towards him.

2--

Xiao Ju finally gave up struggling, and resignedly put her head on Chen Su's arm, staring at the camera with her round eyes, looking unwilling.

1--

Click.

The shutter clicked softly, and the image was frozen in time forever.

After taking the photo, the two of them gathered together in front of the camera's small screen to look at the picture.

In the photo, the two are not sitting very close together on the sofa; there is even a small gap between them.

But their heads tilted in each other's direction in perfect unison, creating a natural and intimate angle.

Shen Que's face was devoid of a smile, still bearing that indifferent expression. His lips were pursed, but his eyes were not as sharp as usual, and his jawline was taut.

Chen Su smiled, her eyes crinkling to reveal a row of small white teeth, her dimples shallow, radiating youthful energy.

The little orange cat in her arms looked utterly dejected, its paws still resting on her hand, creating a vivid and amusing scene.

No matter how you look at it, the two people in the photo seem to come from completely different worlds—

One is aloof and unrestrained, the other is bright and gentle; one seems to carry an innate sense of detachment, while the other exudes a warmth free of gloom.

Yet these two seemingly mismatched people strangely create a harmonious scene in this still photograph.

It is pleasing to the eye and thought-provoking.

It's as if they were meant to be together, existing in each other's lives in this unique way.

Looking at the photo, Chen Su felt her heart filled with something, a warm yet bittersweet feeling.

This is their first photo together, taken on this early birthday with a camera he secretly sent her, remembering her wish.

She pressed the transfer button on the camera and sent the photo to her phone.

"You took a pretty good picture," Shen Que commented after looking at the photos, sounding fairly satisfied.

Chen Su nodded vigorously and whispered, "Yes, it's really good."

This photo, along with this early birthday, this unexpected gift, and the seemingly indifferent boy in front of her, will become her most precious and brightest memories at the beginning of her eighteenth year.