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

The dormitory door was open.

This is a four-person dormitory room, with beds on top and guardrails.

Below is a light wood-colored computer desk, which is quite wide, and a wardrobe is attached to the side.

The facilities are all new; it is indeed a new dormitory.

Three girls have already arrived in the dormitory.

They were all students from out of town, and they arrived a day early to register.

The girl near the restroom is flipping through a book.

The girl behind her was sitting on a chair scrolling through her phone.

The guitar by the door, tuned correctly, played intermittent notes that flowed from its fingers.

Only the spot for the light switch by the door was left for Xia Tingwan.

We were indeed too late.

Lin Jianshen squinted at the light bulb.

Cool-light type energy-saving lamps are easy to replace.

He took a picture, called a food delivery rider he knew, and asked him to send a voice-controlled lamp from the furniture store.

I need a model and size that are similar to the one in the picture.

Sun Jian's cruise ship uses voice-activated lights. You can turn them off automatically by saying "turn off the lights," which is very convenient.

He took a picture and searched for it on Taobao, and it only cost a little over thirty yuan.

After hanging up the phone, he carefully placed the suitcase on the ground to avoid bumping or knocking it over.

Then I opened the box and put the books on the table.

The girl who was scrolling on her phone turned around, stretched out her arm, and nudged the classmate who was reading a book.

Lip out: "Handsome guy."

The classmate turned around, his eyes lingered on Lin Jianshen for a few seconds, and then quietly gave him a thumbs up.

She then sent a WeChat message to the girl tuning the guitar: "Look behind you, handsome guy."

The other person's phone vibrated, they glanced at it, and then joined the crowd of onlookers.

With his back to them, Lin Jianshen finished tidying up the books and said to Xia Tingwan, who was wiping the table with a wet wipe, "Pack up the rest of your clothes yourself."

Xia Tingwan responded.

He unzipped the side of his backpack and took out four Valrhona chocolates.

The gold-brown packaging looks very high-end.

As he turned around, the three girls quickly turned back.

Lin Jianshen gave each of them a piece of paper.

"My younger sister is quite naughty at home, so please be more tolerant of her in the future."

"If anyone bullies her, you can call me directly."

"Or if you encounter any problems and need help, you can call me. I'm a local, and I can get over quickly."

The chocolate was prepared in advance by him.

Originally, I wanted Xia Tingwan to give it to herself, but when I entered, I saw that these people had already become familiar with each other—what if they formed a small group and isolated Xia Tingwan?

He had heard rumors that in some girls' dormitories, four girls created six separate group chats.

So I changed my mind at the last minute.

He's quite good-looking; those girls probably won't refuse him.

The girl tuning the guitar was named Pei Liu. She readily accepted the chocolate: "Handsome, could you give us your phone number?"

She blinked, then smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth: "I'm from out of town, so if anything happens, I'll really need your help."

Lin Jianshen left her his phone number.

Xia Tingwan had already packed her outer clothes; next up were some undergarments.

Lin Jianshen retreated to the dormitory door and stood in the corridor for a while.

There were quite a few parents dropping off their children today, and the hallways were bustling with people.

Parents were giving instructions, a father was carrying luggage upstairs, and a mother was making a bed for her daughter.

Once school officially starts, male parents will no longer be allowed to enter—unless they apply for registration with the counselor and are accompanied by the dormitory manager.

He leaned against the wall in the corridor, staring blankly at the parents.

He recalled the afternoon when he first entered university. He wandered around the campus until dusk before finally leaving, and then he started to have a migraine.

In his previous life, his health had been poor since his second year of high school.

Excessive physical labor or prolonged periods without drinking water can easily trigger migraines.

He was lying alone in bed at the time, enduring the pain.

When his roommate entered the dormitory, he forced himself to greet him despite the noise.

The rider's phone call interrupted his thoughts.

The light bulbs arrived. Lin Jianshen accepted the goods, paid for them, and went back to his dormitory to install them.

He thought for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Do you remember what I told you before I came here?"

Xia Tingwan nodded: "Make more friends at school and eat well."

"Good to remember." Lin Jianshen turned around, waved his hand, and said, "I'm leaving."

Xia Tingwan hugged him, then let go: "Remember to come see me."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Xia Tingwan stood there, staring at the empty doorway.

Lin Jianshen walked out of the dormitory building and headed forward.

Several young, handsome, and bookish boys brushed past him.

Perhaps, after creating distance, and in a year or two, the passage of time will dilute her feelings.

After she distinguished between dependence and love, she started a relationship with such an outstanding boy.

He still harbored some illusions—

Perhaps, by using his method, even if he fails, she won't have to die.

Oh, right.

He is still a disabled person.

An awkward person, someone who can't love.

They had only been together for two years, and Xia Tingwan only saw his good points.

I haven't seen the flaws he's hiding yet.

He passed through this school, which didn't belong to him, like a faint cloud shadow.

At the school gate, many second- and third-year female students walked past him.

They were wearing short skirts, some with stockings, which was quite eye-catching.

Some of them were showing off their thighs, which were very eye-catching due to their whiteness.

The sun was also very bright.

Lin Jianshen raised his hand to take the sunglasses hanging on his collar, and found a beam of sunlight shining through the leaves of the sycamore tree, leaving dappled shadows on the back of his hand.

This school has stood for a century, welcoming one group of students and sending off another.

She quietly watched everyone's joys and sorrows, and the growing pains and happiness of her students.

She had witnessed passionate embraces between men and women in the woods; she had seen countless unrequited loves end without fruition; she had seen the heartbreak of breakups during the senior year of college.

Perhaps at this moment, she is also using these spots of light to tell him:

She saw it.

I saw his inner pain, distortion, and struggle.

The fledgling eagle in the nest longed for warmth, but he coldly knocked her off the cliff, no matter how much she lingered.

He wanted her to experience the preciousness of freedom and the exhilaration of soaring through the blue sky.

Regardless, he has already made his choice.

Another group of students brushed past him.

There are so many people in this world, yet they happen to meet at the same place at this very moment, and then disperse.

Ah, life.

Perhaps a single turn will lead to a path from which there is no turning back.

Perhaps a single brush with the wind will mean never seeing each other again, separated by mountains and seas.

He told himself that he did not regret the path he had chosen.

He raised Xia Tingwan and treated her like a little princess. In fact, in the process, he was making up for his past self and redeeming his past self.

He has gradually come to understand what it feels like to have a family, and he has gradually come to understand what love is.

His broken heart has gradually become more whole.

Xia Tingwan owes him nothing, and he shouldn't expect anything in return.

He asked for very little; all he wanted was for Xia Tingwan to remember him, to remember that there was once a reformed older brother like him.

Even if he were to die silently in some corner one day, that would be enough.

Then it will all be worth it.

Thirteen days later, on September 23rd.

The sun shines directly on the equator, and as the Earth revolves around the sun, the point of direct sunlight continues to move southward.

As the Northern Hemisphere begins to cool down, the Antarctic gradually begins to experience polar day.

Between tossing and turning day and night.

The seasons have begun their cycle of change.

Now, as summer draws to a close, it still bursts forth with boundless vitality.

Scorching sun, cicada chirping, short skirts, short sleeves.

On the other side of the street, long queues formed in front of shops selling ice cream and milk tea.

Pedestrians streamed along the road, while cars, struggling to move forward, honked their horns incessantly.

Students wearing volunteer armbands were sweating profusely as they maintained order.

Some parents who didn't drive were carrying large bags and panting heavily.

Standing in the bustling crowd, Lin Jianshen looked around.

The most intense images of the entire university town at the end of summer are imprinted in my mind.

Then, he waved goodbye and silently left this century-old prestigious school that did not belong to him in the scorching sunlight.

He opened the door of the Mercedes parked on the side of the road.

From now on, he is no longer the Lin Jianshen of the past.

He was the manager on the cruise ship, Sun Jian's confidant, and the leader of a team composed of junket operators, dealers, security guards, and others.

Xia Tingwan, focus on your studies and don't worry about so many things.

I'll find a way to cut it for you.

Your wonderful life has just begun.

I have my own path to walk.

Goodbye, Xia Tingwan.

My dearest Xia Tingwan.

Let us part ways here.

They each went their separate ways.

After that, there were countless mountains and rivers.

May you be happy for the rest of your life.

Safety.