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

Xia Tingwan's crying stopped abruptly.

She paused for two seconds in his arms, then suddenly smiled.

Laughter mixed with tears, tears mixed with laughter, all mixed together in a mess, like a fool.

She slowly let out a burp.

"Have you thought it through?" she asked, her voice nasal from crying.

Looking at her wet face and her tear-smeared makeup, Lin Jianshen could only utter three words: "I love you."

Can love overcome all difficulties?

Yes.

Love can overcome all difficulties.

Xia Tingwan jumped up, hanging on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and hugging his neck tightly.

Aren't you afraid of what people will say?

Lin Jianshen held the umbrella in one hand, and had to drop Xia Tingwan's umbrella with the other to support her.

"Actually, I'm not afraid at all. I'm just afraid you won't be able to handle it."

He added, "If people gossip in the future, don't pay them any attention. Let others be others, and let yourself be yourself."

"Also, Xia Tingwan, I've given you chances, many times."

"You made this choice yourself, you can't regret it, no matter who you meet in the future."

Xia Tingwan lowered her head, her forehead touching his, and smiled through her tears.

"I won't regret it."

How could she regret it?

She had waited for this day for far too long.

He looked down at her, raindrops dripping down his chin and onto her wet face.

"Wanwan, your clothes are soaked."

"Um."

"Come to my dorm and change, otherwise you'll catch a cold."

Xia Tingwan buried her face in the crook of his neck and softly hummed in agreement.

Walking in the heavy rain, the umbrella is like a boat rowing upside down in the sky.

Raindrops danced on the ground, shattering the reflections of neon lights and streetlights in the puddles into twinkling stars.

The sky was a depressing, gray-black world.

It felt as if I was walking on a flowing, dazzling galaxy.

The small boat, carrying the two people, swayed gently as it rowed towards the apartment building.

Lin Jianshen caught a whiff of the faint scent of roses emanating from her.

"Heh." He suddenly spoke, his tone slightly mischievous, "You actually used stockings to make milk tea for me, I wonder if you even washed them clean."

Xia Tingwan was stunned for a moment, then punched his back in embarrassment and annoyance: "Of course I washed it clean! You're not allowed to tell!"

Lin Jianshen continued, a smirk playing on his lips: "You even drugged my milk tea? Don't you know I have a high drug resistance?"

"Next time, remember to give me a stronger dose, so that I don't end up having this dream where I'm being stuffed into a box."

"You still dare to talk back!" Xia Tingwan's fists landed on his back, but each punch was lighter than the last.

Lin Jianshen added, "At the age of sixteen, I dared to drug and kill people, and then dismember them with a knife."

"The medicine was so strong that it was thickened with cornstarch; even flies couldn't withstand it."

He clicked his tongue twice, his tone exaggerated: "Xia Tingwan, you're really amazing."

"You big bad guy! I told you not to say it again, but you still said it!" Xia Tingwan bit his shoulder.

But I couldn't bring myself to use force.

She symbolically bit twice, then rubbed her cheek against Lin Jianshen's neck, muttering, "I wonder who it is that's always deceiving themselves."

"It makes me flirt with blind men every day."

Lin Jianshen suddenly kissed her on the face and forehead.

one more time.

Like gentle rain.

Love threads fall like rain.

The small boat is drifting.

No matter what difficulties he might encounter on the road ahead, he was fearless.

He doesn't care about any order or rules.

At this moment, he was about to kiss her.

This is his evening.

Xia Tingwan turned her head and responded to him.

So the sounds of lips and teeth mingling, along with the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella and the splashing sound of stepping into puddles, all entered my ears.

As the roles of offense and defense shifted, he gradually became extremely fierce.

He began to exert force in his hands, as if he wanted to knead her into his body, into his very bones.

Sworn brother and sworn sister...

We were destined to be entangled from birth.

Like the ebb and flow of the tide, I hope our lives can pass by slowly like this.

Let winter snow and summer rain, spring blossoms and autumn harvests, witness our lives together.

Lin Jianshen walked into the apartment building.

The elevator is going up.

He carried her into his room.

Lin Jianshen's room is on the 6th floor, and there is a bathtub in the bathroom.

Xia Tingwan soaked in the bathtub, the hot water washing over her shoulders, finally dispelling all the chill brought by the rainy night.

"Lin Jianshen—"

Her voice came lazily from the bathroom.

"Bring me the bath towel and bathrobe."

He pushed open the door, took his things, and went inside.

He imagined there would be lots of bubbles in the bathtub, like in TV dramas, to block out all the views he shouldn't see.

No.

The water is clear.

Her hair was wet and clung to her shoulders.

Above the water are two collarbones, meticulously sculpted by the Creator, and shoulders as smooth as mutton fat jade.

The iceberg principle means that what we can see above the water's surface is only a very small part.

Hidden beneath the surface of the water is a massive, unseen entity.

At this moment, atop the iceberg floating on the water, a plum blossom has bloomed with deep red flowers.

Plum blossoms brave the snow.

This is a miracle.

Lin Jianshen was stunned for a few seconds.

Xia Tingwan was also stunned.

She suddenly realized something, and abruptly shrank into the water, sliding directly into the bathtub.

Water splashed everywhere.

She was struggling in the water, seemingly choking.

Lin Jianshen quickly stepped forward, threw the things aside, reached out and used his thumb and forefinger to grab her neck, and lifted her out of the water.

"Cough, cough—"

Xia Tingwan leaned over the edge of the bathtub, coughing until her face turned red.

Her jet-black hair swayed gently in the water.

Like a clump of water plants.

Lin Jianshen turned and left.

"Brother Ashen..." Her voice came from behind, tinged with laughter.

He didn't turn around.

Their pace quickened.

After leaving the bathroom, he walked to the table, pulled out a few tissues, rolled them up, and stuffed them into his nostrils.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

Xia Tingwan laughed out loud in the bathroom.

She put on her bathrobe, washed her soaking wet clothes, and hung them out to dry on the balcony.

A black princess dress, lace-trimmed stockings, and even more form-fitting clothes—all lined up obediently, swaying gently.

She went back to her room.

The bathrobe was a bit too big, with the sleeves extending too far out, so she rolled them up twice to reveal her fingertips.

Her neckline was loose, revealing half of her collarbone, her neck reddened from being soaked in hot water, and the faint curves of her neck.

Her hair was wet and dripping, soaking the shoulders and back of her bathrobe.

Her face still had a rosy glow from her bath, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears.

The roll of paper that had been stuck in Lin Jianshen's nose was gone.

He took a deep breath through his nose and then exhaled through his mouth.

The nasal cavity lining will scab over more quickly due to the rapid airflow.

This is a secret he's known for both his lives.

"Brother Ashen, blow-dry my hair."

Lin Jianshen brought her a stool and asked her to sit down first.

Then he took out a hairdryer from the cabinet, plugged it in, and stood behind her.

Warm air flowed out of the vent.

He brushed her wet hair aside with his fingers and blew on it strand by strand.

Her hair was soft and smooth, flowing like water as it passed through my fingers.

As she played the flute, she leaned back, rested her head on him, and closed her eyes contentedly.

"Leaning like that, how are you going to dry your hair?" Lin Jianshen ruffled her hair, a helpless smile on his face.

She then obediently sat down.

But after a short while, that head leaned against him again.

He thought that having a younger sister felt like living in a dream.

Even if it were a cup of poison, he would drink it to maintain that illusory dream.

She once thought she was living in hell, until she met him.

He was like the sun, illuminating her.

With light and heat, even barren life can blossom.

now.

Within a dream, another dream unfolds.

Beyond the profusion of flowers, more profusion of flowers blooms.