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

The phone rang once, and then—

"The number you dialed is currently busy..."

He dialed it again.

It's still "busy".

Not right.

He sent Xia Tingwan another WeChat message.

The little princess's name is marked with a series of red exclamation marks.

The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the recipient.

Lin Jianshen stared at the red exclamation mark, his mind going blank.

He dialed the number again.

It's still "busy".

blocked.

I've blocked them all.

It must be a hallucination.

Hahaha, it's all fake, it's all fake!

How could her Wanwan not want him?

Lin Jianshen laughed a few times, then suddenly fell silent, his mind blank.

After a long while, my eyes refocused and I noticed a piece of paper under the computer.

It read: "I'm leaving to live a better life. Don't come looking for me."

"I'll give you the million you want, just give me your freedom."

It is indeed her handwriting.

A thunderbolt exploded in my mind.

It turned out to be true!

How is that possible?

Suddenly, the sound of flushing water came from the bathroom.

The door opened, and Xia Tingwan came out.

She was wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and her hair was casually tied into a bun.

"Brother Ashen, what's wrong?"

You don't look well.

Lin Jianshen stared at her blankly: "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Xia Tingwan's eyes widened, and she said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly not want you!"

She tilted her head and recited earnestly, "We made a vow to grow old together and be together for all eternity."

Lin Jianshen rubbed his eyes hard and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Sorry, I must be hallucinating because I haven't been sleeping well lately."

He stepped forward, opened his arms, and tried to hug her: "My Wanwan can't possibly abandon me."

Cross your arms and tighten them—

My arms are empty.

There was nothing there.

He raised his head.

The bathroom door was open, and the inside was pitch black, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

There was no one there at all.

There was no Xia Tingwan at all.

Lin Jianshen collapsed to the ground, momentarily unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Sweet scenes flashed through my mind.

Their hopes and plans for the future still seem to echo in my ears.

The way she kissed him when she stood on tiptoe.

The sound of her saying "Brother Ashen" while nestled in his arms.

When she sat on his lap, tears would always well up in her eyes.

Together they planned their future—a new home, New Year's Eve celebrations, couplets, and the character "福" (fortune).

When she got married, she said she wanted to decorate the room with lots of flowers, preferably Snow White.

No need for a banquet, a meal together is enough.

Those memories are still vivid in my mind.

Lin Jianshen gasped for breath, the burning memories in his mind quickly cooling down, and the dazzling aspirations shattered.

Like the fireworks at the seaside square on the way back.

Like a shooting star, it streaks across the sky, then fades away and returns to darkness.

He tore a small piece off the note and put it in his mouth to chew.

The paper melts on the tongue, leaving a bitter taste of wood pulp.

He recognized it as real by the taste buds in his mouth.

Only 7% of people experience taste in their dreams.

He doesn't belong to that 7%.

Lin Jianshen lay motionless on the cold floor.

In fact, he ate breakfast in order to get back as quickly as possible.

I didn't have time to eat lunch or dinner, and now I'm starving.

But he lay on the ground, too lazy to move.

Cooking is such a troublesome thing.

He had to get up from the ground.

Even for the simplest thing like boiling a pot of plain noodles, he has to fill a pot with water and slowly bring it to a boil on the stove.

Then put the noodles in.

After the noodles are cooked, you need to use chopsticks to scoop them into a bowl and pour some noodle soup into them with a spoon, otherwise the noodles will clump together very quickly.

After finishing the meal, you still have to wash the pots and dishes.

Of course, he can also go to the restaurants downstairs and grab something to eat.

But going out is such a hassle.

First, he has to change his shoes and take the elevator down.

There must be a path for him to walk, and perhaps in narrow places on that path, two people will be stuck walking slowly.

He had to say "excuse me" to get past.

When he arrives at the restaurant, he has to tell the owner what he wants to eat.

That's too much trouble.

He lay on the ground, and in an instant, all his energy was drained away.

The lights in the living room went out sometime ago.

It was pitch black all around.

Darkness is good; it helps with thinking.

But—countless Xia Tingwans kept appearing before his eyes.

Smiling, angry, pouting...

Then, one by one, their illusions were shattered.

Then all sorts of monsters surged out of the darkness.

He could no longer sit in the dark and think.

He started to be afraid of the dark.

Lin Jianshen struggled to get up and moved to the study.

Huddled under the computer desk.

Xia Tingwan also bought him a computer.

It's a desktop computer with excellent performance.

They say you can play games when you're stressed.

But when he has time, he likes to spend it with her.

Watch her dance, watch her learn musical instruments, watch her code.

I rarely use this computer.

The computer desk I bought was very big, but he's quite tall, so he could barely squeeze into it.

With the network cable plugged into the wall socket behind me, I felt a slight stinging sensation on my skin.

This gave him a strange sense of security.

He began to savor those fond memories again.

Those memories are like withered poplars that refuse to fall.

Standing in the desert, its branches are craggy.

With each chew, his heart felt as if a strong wind had swept through, raising thousands of miles of yellow sand.

I don't know how long I was in the dark, but suddenly my phone "dinged".

This is a notification sound for a text message.

Is it Xia Tingwan?

He shuddered and frantically pulled out his phone.

The screen lit up in the dark, causing a slight stinging sensation in my eyes.

This is a transfer of one dollar.

Is it a prank?

Then came another transfer.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

The total is exactly one million.

"Ha," he murmured, "truly a man of his word."

He put his phone down.

"But what use is a million dollars to me without you?"

He threw his phone on the floor and huddled even tighter under the computer desk.

"etc……"

Lin Jianshen took out the coin he always carried with him from his pocket.

One dollar...

He told Xia Tingwan the story of that one yuan.

Was Xia Tingwan using this one yuan to tell him that she and he had made the same choice?

Just like when he flips a coin, no matter which side lands on top, he will unwaveringly choose her.

Yes, that must be it.

The long string of "nine"s that follows signifies that their relationship will last a long time.

They will be together, for a long, long time.

He and Xia Tingwan had already developed a lot of tacit understanding.

That must be what she meant.

He remembered her words.

"I have nothing, I only have you, please don't leave me."

"Will you be my wife?"

"Lin Jianshen, if you dare to push me away, I won't move out."

"Brother Ashen, you can't escape."

How could Xia Tingwan, who was so deeply in love, possibly leave him?

That was his Wanwan.

Suddenly, Lin Jianshen regained his strength.

He slowly stood up in the darkness.

Xia Tingwan must have encountered some irresistible force that forced her to leave him.

Someone was pressuring and threatening her, which is why she left that letter.

Then, they used this subtle method to express their feelings.

But no matter what's in his way.

As long as Xia Tingwan still wants him.

He then became fearless.

Once you climb one mountain, you'll find yourself facing another.

If you can't get over it, you'll die on the way.

But to climb a mountain, you first need to be physically strong.

He turned on the light, went to the kitchen, and took a piece of pork from the refrigerator.

Cut off the fat with a knife.

I greased the pot with pork skin and patiently rendered the fat into lard. When the cracklings were golden brown and crispy, I took them out.

Finely chop the lean meat into minced meat, and stir-fry it with rendered lard and a little Lao Gan Ma chili sauce until fragrant.

Remove the meat sauce and cook it into noodles, leaving a little broth to make noodle soup.

After the noodles are cooked, spread the meat sauce evenly on top.

Two steaming bowls of pork noodle soup are ready.

Ham sausage and tender poached eggs rest on top of oily meat sauce and noodles, filling the air with their aroma.

He brought both bowls to the table.

sit down.

Slowly, I ate the noodles, one bite at a time.

A bowl of my own.

One bowl of hers.