Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

The sound of the wind outside couldn't drown out the rushing water.

The glass door to the bathroom was frosted, but only the middle section—about one-third of the area—was frosted.

The top and bottom edges remain transparent.

If he went in, he could see Xia Tingwan's shoulders, neck, and thighs.

or more.

He had already noticed this when he entered the room.

That's why I stubbornly stand on the balcony to enjoy the breeze.

Actually, the sea breeze can get quite chilly after a while, and he hunched his shoulders.

Xia Tingwan quickly finished washing up and came out of the room.

She was wearing a black silk robe that had been prepared in the room; the satin gleamed under the spotlight.

Her wet hair was gathered on one shoulder, and water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair, soaking a small patch of her clothes.

A few drops of water trickled down her cheeks and down her neck, then along her delicate collarbone and into the depths of her collar.

Xia Tingwan knocked on the balcony door and said, "Brother, come in and take a shower. You'll catch a cold if you stay out in the wind for too long."

Lin Jianshen, who had been leaning on the railing in thought, snapped out of his reverie.

Xia Tingwan wrapped her hair in a bath towel, stopped teasing him, and said, "Don't worry, I'll sit on the balcony for a while and won't peek. Go take a shower."

Lin Jianshen nodded.

As they passed each other, he caught a whiff of her delicate perfume.

The toiletries in the bathroom were a Chanel set, and there was a small bottle of perfume on the sink.

Lin Jianshen understood where the perfume scent was coming from.

Close the bathroom door.

He took off his clothes, stood under the showerhead, and turned on the water.

He shuddered the moment the hot water poured down.

The water temperature in the bathroom is set precisely, with the handle fixed at a certain setting, so no one will touch it.

Xia Tingwan took a shower first in this bathroom today, and she was the one who adjusted the water temperature first.

Hot water gushed down, almost scalding him.

Lin Jianshen let the scalding hot water pour down on him, feeling the temperature of her bath, and his thoughts began to wander.

At home, Xia Tingwan usually takes a shower first.

Because when he used to work at the docks, he would come home later than her.

Moreover, high school students have limited time, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control his shower time and would disturb Xia Tingwan's sleep, so he let her shower first.

After he takes a shower, he sometimes washes her clothes.

An unwritten rule gradually formed in the family.

When both of them are home, she takes a shower first.

Every time he went in, the bathroom was always filled with hot, humid steam, and the mirrors were fogged up.

Because the space is small, the heat dissipates relatively slowly.

The bathroom felt like a sauna.

He had occasionally wondered how the water in the shower could be so hot when the temperature wasn't very high.

Now he understands.

Xia Tingwan remembered the position of the handle when he showered, and she would turn the handle back after each shower.

She wasn't at home today, so she didn't know what position to turn it to.

It was probably turned back a little, but the water was still very hot.

This discovery stirred up the emotions he had just suppressed.

She really cared about him.

Otherwise, they wouldn't pay attention to these details.

Amidst the rising steam, Lin Jianshen raised his hand to support himself against the warm, steamy tiles.

With her intelligence and keen observation, will she discover even deeper secrets of hers?

If one day, the secret is revealed.

Does she feel like she's a monster?

Will this feeling disappear?

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this line of thinking.

It seems that the assumptions are not quite right.

He didn't want to think about it any further.

Perhaps the bathroom was too stuffy, making it impossible for him to think clearly.

Lin Jian took a few deep breaths.

Moist water vapor is inhaled into the lungs.

His thoughts started to wander again.

If during her four years of university she truly distinguishes between dependence and love, and meets someone she can spend her life with.

She and the boy walked hand in hand along the tree-lined path under the plane trees.

One spring evening, she said to him, "Brother, I found him. I realized that love and dependence are really different."

"When I met him, I realized what it truly felt like to be moved."

Will he really be able to let go by then?

He opened his eyes and stared at the steam in the bathroom.

Yes.

He should let go.

All lovers begin passionately.

Hugs, kisses, vows of eternal love.

But time heals all wounds, passion fades, and love is worn away by the daily grind of life.

A fragile love cannot fill the long years.

That's why so many couples drift apart as time goes by.

Just like those young people on the deck who passionately shouted that they wanted to be in love.

There are probably very few couples who can truly grow old together.

But the older brother is different.

My brother will always be my brother.

He can always stand behind her and protect her.

When she is bullied, he has the right to stand up for her; when she needs someone to rely on, he can be there whenever she calls; when she is happy, he can step back into the crowd and quietly watch her.

He lived two lifetimes before he had this one relative.

I have such a beautiful and lovely younger sister.

He should feel lucky.

He cannot be too greedy.

The water was rushing, like scalding rain was falling in the bathroom.

He suddenly remembered that afternoon at the orphanage a long time ago.

A live streamer came over and gave each child a small gift and a hug.

The dean was smiling happily beside her.

But after the live stream ended, the dean pulled the streamer aside to a corner.

He was curious about what they would say, so he squatted down not far behind the headmistress, idly pulling weeds and eavesdropping on their conversation.

He still remembers the content of their conversation, because the sunset that day was orange.

It looked like an orange, making his mouth water.

The dean said, "Mr. Liu, this kind of activity is very meaningful, but..."

However, what follows is usually some unpleasant words.

So Mr. Liu's smile froze.

The headmistress continued, "I may be being a bit presumptuous, but I remember saying before that it's okay to give gifts, but you can't hug the children here."

"You meant well, and live streaming is your career, so I didn't feel comfortable dissuading you from doing it."

"Personally, I think if you can't follow our rules, you shouldn't come next time."

Mr. Liu was very puzzled, his brows furrowing: "Why?"

"The children here are so pitiful, I just gave them a hug."

The headmistress said, "They can't get hugs, and they can't get love."

"They don't ask for much, just a place to eat and sleep, but if someone hugs them, they'll know they're missing a hug."

"They'll start craving hugs, craving lots and lots of hugs... It's cruel for them, you know what I mean?"

Mr. Liu never expected the dean's grandmother to say such a thing.

He was stunned for a long time before he murmured, "So what I gave them wasn't a hug, but a gap in the embrace."

"Once this gap is opened, it will only get bigger and bigger."

Is that what you mean?

The dean nodded.

Mr. Liu said sympathetically, "But they are really pitiful."

The headmistress nodded: "This was destined from the moment they became orphans."

"Many things cannot be done perfectly when they are flawed."

Mr. Liu said, "If this continues, they will develop psychological problems."

The headmistress said, "It's all predestined."

She sighed, "Many parents from dysfunctional families leave deep scars on their children."

"But they are far more pitiful than those children."

The eloquent Mr. Liu didn't know how to express his feelings, so he could only sigh deeply.

The headmistress added, "They don't have parents, so a piece of their hearts will be missing, making them incomplete people."

"This disability is something we are born with and that accompanies us throughout our lives."

Lin Jianshen looked up, tears mingling with the spray from the showerhead as they streamed down his face.

Yes, he is also disabled.

He was incomplete and unworthy of Xia Tingwan.

Such a wonderful Xia Tingwan deserves only those chosen ones.

He's nothing but a bug struggling in the mud.

He's not even a toad, how can he possibly dream of possessing a swan?

If he is to be a guardian knight, he shouldn't expect to possess the princess.

He was on the balcony when he suddenly realized something.

If Xia Tingwan really left with the chosen one, he could easily say that he was heartbroken.

My girlfriend ran off with someone else.

They left the East China Sea and disappeared.

That way, even if he dies in the mud, Xia Tingwan might still be able to survive.

You want me to live.

I'd rather you live.

Xia Tingwan, you must find someone to love for a lifetime and live happily ever after.

The water droplets were the showerhead's tears, mingling with his tears, flowing into the drain.

This life...

Another life...

This is another life that can never be fully enjoyed...