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

Xu Lan glanced at the man whose behavior had changed drastically and encouraged him, "Say whatever comes to mind, be bold."

Lin Jianshen thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I'm not qualified to say anything. I wasn't a good person before, and I'm not now either."

I don't interfere much with her studies; at most, I just listen to her recite the texts.

"This child has had a hard life, it's been incredibly difficult for her. The only thing I can do is to make sure she eats well and lives a little more comfortably."

He paused, glanced at Xia Tingwan, and said, "Actually, it was all due to her own efforts. If I had worked that hard back then, I might have achieved something too."

He nodded to Xu Lan to indicate that he had finished speaking, and then sat down.

This speech was utterly lacking in skill and sophistication, and it failed to resonate with any of the elite parents present.

Only Xia Tingwan knew that he was also working very hard.

He works very hard, and even when he has time off, he refuses to stay home to rest.

They insist on going out to deliver food, from the sweltering summer days until the leaves turn yellow and withered.

From the leaves turning yellow to the heavy snow falling.

He did this so that she could eat meat, drink milk, and afford vitamins every day.

She added many clothes to her wardrobe.

This might be easy for others, but for him, it means he has to support two people.

Maintaining this standard of living is already the result of his hard work.

The wardrobe was too small, so she had to buy a suitcase.

Put away your summer clothes in winter and pack away your winter clothes in summer.

Only that black dress remained hanging in the closet.

Although she had grown taller, the dress was no longer a good fit for her.

She still hung it there.

After all, it was the first piece of clothing he had ever bought for her.

After the parents' meeting, Xu Lan said, "In another semester, everyone will be in their senior year of high school."

"Everyone must not let their guard down during the winter break, and parents should set a good example."

"Alright, that concludes the semester. Time for vacation."

A cheer erupted in the classroom.

Boarding students have to pack a lot of things, while day students have much less to do.

Xia Tingwan packed many books and materials into her schoolbag, preparing to study at home during the winter vacation.

The schoolbag was bulging and heavy, as if it contained meteorite iron.

In the classroom, Lin Jianshen pouted and said, "With so many books, will we be able to finish reading them all during the winter break?"

"Hey, that's enough already, your backpack is almost full."

"Why are you still pretending? You'll have to carry all this stuff yourself in a bit."

Despite saying that, as soon as he stepped out of the classroom, he took the backpack off Xia Tingwan's shoulder and carried it himself.

It had just snowed at the school, and the snow on the main road had been cleared away, revealing the wet ground.

The flowerbeds, tree canopies, and rooftops were still covered with a layer of white snow, which shimmered in the thin winter sunlight.

Covered in silver, it was exceptionally enchanting.

Lin Jianshen walked forward carrying a bag of meteorite iron, his black suit shoulder seams wrinkled from the pressure.

Suddenly a snowball came flying from behind.

It exploded on his shoulder with a "snap".

Lin Jianshen turned around and saw Xia Tingwan tilting her head, her eyes sparkling, looking at him with a smile.

"You've gotten bolder, haven't you?" Lin Jianshen raised an eyebrow.

Xia Tingwan wasn't afraid of him at all. She made another snowball, flicked her wrist, and threw it at him.

Lin Jianshen wanted to dodge, but there were people in front of him, so he had no choice but to take the hit with his head.

Snowflakes scattered everywhere, and the snowflakes slid down his high nose and landed on his clothes.

There was a slight chill on my neck.

He couldn't help but shrink back: "You're doomed, Xia Tingwan. This dress is very expensive. I'll definitely beat you up when we get back."

Despite saying that, he pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket and tossed them over.

"However, I'm a person who rewards and punishes fairly. You did well on the test, so it's yours."

Actually, he had no idea how Xia Tingwan did on her exams before he came.

If she didn't do well on the exam, Lin Jianshen would say, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Don't let your long face affect my mood."

"I bought a pair of gloves when I came; here you go as a gift."

Xia Tingwan took it, glanced at it, and found that it was a leather glove with separate fingers, which had already been warmed by his body heat.

The pink leather is printed with a Snow White pattern.

These are different from the slippers he bought in the summer.

These gloves are of excellent quality; even if they're not genuine, they're at least high-quality replicas.

Xia Tingwan wiped her hands on her pants.

Lin Jianshen hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up: "Can't you be a little more civilized? You're such a grown man, why are you using your pants as a rag?"

"How old are you? Are you a child?"

Xia Tingwan pretended not to hear and put on her gloves.

The gloves have a fine fleece lining, making them extra warm.

The size is just right.

Warmth flows from fingertips, along the blood to the heart.

Lin Jianshen's disdainful voice came again: "Hurry up, aren't you cold?"

"You're so slow and indecisive. There aren't any ants to count on the road in winter."

"Tch, still has such a foul mouth," Xia Tingwan thought to herself.

She was in a good mood and skipped a few steps forward to follow him.

A semester passed, and the two of them, having compared their acting skills, both felt their acting was phenomenal, a gradual improvement over time.

It neither frightened the other party nor aroused their suspicion.

Some were even smug.

We arrived at the parking area.

Lin Jianshen, dressed in a suit and tie, strapped the bag of meteorite iron to the back of his motorcycle.

Then I put on the Meituan delivery helmet, shoved my own helmet into her hands, and called out, "Get on."

The trees lining both sides of the road were covered with a thick layer of snow.

A winter breeze blows, and the branches sway gently.

The snow fell softly, scattering like flowers in the sunlight.

"How beautiful," Xia Tingwan thought to herself.

She looked at Lin Jianshen.

As Lin Jianshen rode his motorcycle, the falling shards of jade seemed to add a filter to his appearance.

After all, it's a two-wheeled vehicle, not as stable as a four-wheeled vehicle.

Lin Jianshen rode very slowly.

He watched enviously as the cars sped past on the road outside the guardrail.

Xia Tingwan opened her arms, and some snowflakes fell, which she caught in her palms.

It landed on my newly bought gloves and then was blown away by the wind.

When she was a child, she saw many children sitting on the back of adults' bicycle seats or electric scooter seats.

Stretching out their arms, it's as if they're imagining themselves growing wings and flying in the breeze.

At the time, she thought it was extremely naive.

Now, she has also become one of the naive ones.

It turns out they weren't naive, but happy.

Only happy people do childish things.

Unhappy people are bent over by reality, have all their spirits drained, and have lost the right to be naive.

She never had that qualification before.

Now, she has it.

She stared at Lin Jianshen's retreating figure.

He was wearing a full suit, but on his head he wore a Meituan Waimai helmet, and the bamboo dragonfly was still spinning.

It looked very incongruous and ridiculous.

Xia Tingwan leaned out slightly and looked down again.

His cycling motion caused his suit trousers to slip up, revealing his white socks.

The socks have a checkmark logo on them.

He usually wears black socks.

Many workers, especially those engaged in manual labor, are not born with the right to wear white socks.

Because when you're working, your white socks will quickly get so dirty that they can't be washed out.

These white socks are the only genuine pair he ever bought.

I only wear it on important occasions.

The socks end at the ankle.

Above that are gray thermal underwear.

The exposed skin, chilled by the cold wind, had already developed goosebumps.

"Don't move around, the road is difficult to walk on." Lin Jianshen's voice came from the wind.

Xia Tingwan sat up straight again.

She imagined her arms turning into wings, wide and large, covered with white feathers.

Thick, fine, warm, and dignified feathers.

Like angel wings.

She closed her wings, enveloped him, and covered him.

Shield him from the cold wind outside.

Bring him warmth.

So she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"what?"

She felt Lin Jianshen's body stiffen, and the voice carried on the wind sounded stiff.

"The road is slippery, I'm afraid I'll fall," she said.