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

The next morning, Chen Su woke up in her familiar little bed.

A slight headache from the hangover made her frown, and the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains was a little too bright.

She rubbed her throbbing temples, sat up wrapped in the blanket, her mind blank.

My last memory of last night was having a barbecue with Shen Que on the villa's terrace, watching the hazy moon, and drinking unbelievably sweet red wine...

and then?

Then, there was only a blurry darkness.

And then, here we are now.

How did she get back?

How did she get home? Who took her upstairs?

Just as she was feeling lost, the door was gently pushed open, and Grandma came in carrying a bowl of steaming white porridge. Seeing that she had already sat up, she smiled and asked, "Awake? Does your head hurt?"

Looking at her grandmother's smiling face, Chen Su felt a mix of emotions.

"It doesn't hurt..." Chen Su shook her head, but felt inexplicably uneasy. She tentatively asked, "Grandma, how...did I get back last night?"

Grandma placed the porridge on the bedside table, her tone as usual: "That male classmate brought it back."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Chen Su's forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever before continuing, "You must drink less in the future. With your alcohol tolerance, you get dizzy from just a little bit."

There was no blame, no rejection of Shen Que, and no questioning of her as expected.

This overly calm reaction only made Chen Su feel more uncertain.

She remembered clearly that her grandmother did not have a good impression of Shen Que before.

But now, when Shen Que took her home drunk late at night, her grandmother was not angry, did not question her, and did not even show the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This is not normal.

"Grandma..." Chen Su opened her mouth, wanting to ask something else.

"Hurry up and drink your porridge first, it'll soothe your stomach," Grandma interrupted her, her tone still gentle. "You really do take after your mother when it comes to alcohol; one cup and you're out..."

As Grandma spoke, she got up and left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Chen Su was left staring blankly at the bowl of porridge.

Last night, Shen Que... met with his grandmother?

What did they say?

Why did Grandma's attitude change so drastically?

Various speculations churned in her mind, making her restless.

After quickly finishing her porridge, she grabbed her phone and, almost instinctively, made a video call to Shen Que.

The phone rang for a while before being answered, the screen shook a few times, and then froze.

What came into view was Shen Que's magnified, sleepy-eyed face.

He was clearly awakened by the ringing of the alarm clock. His hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead. His eyes showed the daze of just waking up and a hint of impatience at being disturbed.

But upon seeing it was her, his impatience quickly dissipated. He merely rubbed his eyes and uttered a hoarse question: "What's wrong?"

His background is a dimly lit bedroom with the curtains drawn, indicating he is still asleep.

Chen Su then realized that it might still be early. She glanced at her phone and saw that it was just past eight o'clock.

She immediately felt a pang of guilt: "I'm sorry, I woke you up... Are you still sleeping?"

"fine."

Shen Que seemed to have sobered up a bit, and adjusted the angle of his phone. "I won't disturb you. If you're awake, you're awake."

His voice, with its characteristic low and slightly hoarse tone, came through the receiver and inexplicably tickled the ears.

Chen Su recalled a time when she went to the villa early in the morning and woke up Shen Que, who was fast asleep, in order to get him to eat breakfast.

He was in far more danger back then than he is now.

She cleared her throat and got to the point: "Last night...did you bring me home?"

"Yes." Shen Que nodded.

"So...you saw my grandma? Did she say anything?"

Chen Su softened her tone, staring intently at his expression on the screen.

"no."

Shen Que's expression remained unchanged, and he answered decisively.

"Really?" Chen Su asked doubtfully. "She really didn't say anything?"

Shen Que looked at her, then suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter, transmitted through the electricity, had a slightly husky, magnetic quality: "What do you think she'll say?"

Chen Su was stumped by the question and shook her head: "I don't know... but if she says anything unpleasant, don't take it to heart. My grandma doesn't understand you..."

"He didn't say."

Shen Que's tone was very certain, carrying a reassuring power.

"That's good."

Chen Su was slightly relieved.

The two chatted briefly, and Chen Su reminded him to eat breakfast. Shen Que hummed in response and then hung up the video call.

Grandma's change in attitude puzzled her, but she also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unable to figure it out, she simply put it aside for the time being.

There were even more important things waiting for her—

Shen Que's birthday is coming soon.

She wanted to make proper preparations for Shen Que's birthday so that he could have an unforgettable birthday before leaving the country.

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The two of them got busy for the next few days.

Shen Que seemed to be rushing to handle the last complicated matters before leaving the country, and his replies to messages were not as timely as before. Sometimes he would reply with a short "busy" after several hours.

Chen Su understood; after all, it involved traveling across the ocean, and the procedures, luggage, and handover were all complicated.

Chen Su was also busy, preparing a birthday gift for Shen Que.

His birthday was a few days before his originally scheduled departure date.

She had been thinking about this gift for a long time.

Shen Que seems to lack nothing, and he may not care about valuable things.

What she wanted was something to leave behind, something that belonged exclusively to their memories of this time.

A gift that can preserve time and sentiment.

She eventually decided to make a handmade commemorative album, not the kind of photo album you buy in stores, but a handmade album that she designed, pasted, and wrote on herself.

She spent a long time browsing in the stationery store and finally chose a plain hardcover notebook with a light beige cover. It had a rough texture and a warm feel.

I also bought various colored cardstock, stickers, and tape.

The room was to be filled with photos she had taken with that camera: photos of Shen Que, Chen Su, Xiao Ju, places they had been together, graduation photos, and every candid moment captured.

She wanted to write something next to each photo.

It's not about fancy words, it's just about the feeling at the time, or the subtle feelings that come to mind afterward.

She writes slowly, often staring at the photos for a long time before finally putting pen to paper and writing a line or two.

Cutting, pasting, layout, decoration... she did every step herself, doing it with utmost care and time.

Sometimes she would sit for the entire afternoon, only to realize it was already dark when her grandmother knocked on the door to call her for dinner, her neck so sore she could barely lift it.

Besides accompanying her grandmother to buy groceries and cook every day, she spends her time in her room cutting, pasting, writing, and drawing.

Time slipped into the latter half of June amidst busyness and anticipation.

As Shen Que's birthday drew closer, the commemorative album gradually took shape. It was a thick book, heavy in the hand, filled with the girl's secret and solemn thoughts.