Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 30

Ji Yan’an nodded, rubbing her hair against Song Yi’s palm, which made Song Yi feel a little like laughing.

“Are Le Yan and Pang Zhi alright?” Ji Yan’an finally remembered to ask about them.

“They were both rescued, and I believe they are still asleep in their room,” Song Yi replied.

After moving her large hand away from Ji Yan’an’s head, Song Yi led her to eat breakfast.

The two sat down together. Although the large steamed buns in front of them had a vegetable filling, Ji Yan’an, perhaps because she had been hungry for so long, felt waves of fragrance assault her, making her unable to resist picking one up and taking a bite. After stuffing her mouth full of the bun, she took a sip of porridge to wash it down. Although this way of eating was very likely to cause choking, it was extremely satisfying.

Song Yi ate unhurriedly beside her, only taking a sip of porridge after swallowing everything in her mouth. This posture and manner of eating compelled Ji Yan’an to slow down as well, learning to eat slowly like Song Yi.

Song Yi tilted her head slightly to look and saw Ji Yan’an trying hard to imitate her eating posture. Wanting to eat in large bites but having to maintain her image made her look utterly adorable in Song Yi’s eyes. Upon closer inspection, Ji Yan’an was indeed very different from before. If the change in personality was due to an awakening after a near-death experience, the eating habits and etiquette cultivated over many years should not have been lost.

Song Yi thought hard but could not come up with a reasonable explanation. She slightly shook her head, forcing herself not to dwell on it, and continued eating.

Ji Yan’an endured for a long time until Song Yi put down her chopsticks before daring to finish the remaining two large steamed buns. She downed her bowl of porridge in one go, sighing contentedly, feeling utterly satisfied. She then looked at Song Yi with an innocent expression, as if the person who had just eaten so poorly was not her.

Song Yi was very obliging and did not expose her. After the attendant came in to clear the dishes, they brought in a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine. Just by the smell, it was much more bitter than the medicine she drank at the Ji Residence. This time, Ji Yan’an hadn’t even drunk it yet but already felt nauseous.

“What kind of medicine is this again!” Ji Yan’an was on the verge of tears. Ignoring the pain in her back, she lay down on the bed, refusing to get up and drink the medicine.

“The doctor prescribed it for you. It calms the nerves, settles the qi, and can also treat a wind-cold,” Song Yi explained helplessly while holding the medicine. Seeing Ji Yan’an still being difficult, she also felt a slight headache.

The last time Song Yi fed Ji Yan’an the medicine, she vomited it all out immediately after drinking it. There was no way to prevent her from throwing it up.

“How do you think… we can stop you from throwing up?” Song Yi asked her seriously, but Ji Yan’an had no idea. She tossed and turned in bed until her wound truly could not bear it anymore before she was willing to get up, wrinkling her small face and reluctantly reaching for the bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, which felt like poison.

“Can I… not drink it?”

“No. But…” The first two words Song Yi said were decisive, but she eventually recalled the incident where Ji Yan’an drank it and then vomited, and she hesitated.

“Wait a moment, should I go buy you some preserved fruit?” Song Yi remembered that when she was a child and did not want to take medicine, her mother would always give her a few pieces of preserved fruit.

“No, it’s too sweet…” Ji Yan’an not only had difficulty taking medicine but was also being picky at this moment. Song Yi was almost amused. She was no longer in a hurry, handing the medicine to Ji Yan’an and then waiting patiently, curious to see what strange things Ji Yan’an would ask for.

“Oh… I want to eat jujube cake!” Ji Yan’an remembered the sweet, soft texture of jujube cake. Although she had already eaten her fill, she started to drool again, feeling as if she could eat ten more pieces of jujube cake.

“Alright.” A hint of a smile touched Song Yi’s clear eyes. Although her expression hadn’t changed much, she had already turned to go out and buy jujube cake for Ji Yan’an.

Seeing her about to leave, Ji Yan’an quickly placed the still-hot medicine on the table, jogged over to Song Yi’s side, and hugged Song Yi’s arm, refusing to let go.

“I want to go with you!”

Song Yi turned her head to look at Ji Yan’an: “What about the medicine?”

“The medicine is still very hot, I don’t want to drink it now.” Ji Yan’an had her own way of clinging to Song Yi. Shaking Song Yi’s arm, she followed her all the way downstairs. It was only then that she noticed the white-clothed men standing at the doorway.

“Who… who are these people?” Ji Yan’an felt that their white clothes were a little unsettling, so she instinctively hugged Song Yi’s arm tighter and asked in a low voice.

“They are just… some patrol soldiers from the small town, whom I brought in as reinforcements,” Song Yi lied without batting an eyelid. Although this statement was ridiculous, she told Ji Yan’an this with a poker face.

And Ji Yan’an was gullible. Because she had transmigrated into a book and was still unfamiliar with her surroundings, she didn’t understand the details, only having a rough grasp of the plot and the characters. Therefore, she basically believed whatever Song Yi told her.

The two had just walked onto the stairs when Ji Yan’an’s sharp nose caught a scent. Following the smell downstairs, her eyes immediately locked onto a family sitting and eating below.

Song Yi was puzzled: “What’s wrong?”

Ji Yan’an’s gaze still lingered on the small boy sitting in the middle of the family. Song Yi followed her pointing finger and saw a package of steaming hot jujube cake placed next to the boy that no one had touched yet.

The jujube cake was wrapped very securely and did not appear intended to be eaten for breakfast. As Ji Yan’an watched, she grew hungry. Song Yi had also asked the innkeeper, who said that at this hour, the peddler selling jujube cake had already carried his load into the capital and would certainly not still be in the small town.

Song Yi told Ji Yan’an this news, which made Ji Yan’an feel like crying. She looked at the jujube cake on the little boy’s table, then thought back to her own bowl of medicine that was bitter enough to make her vomit. She stopped struggling, saying only that preserved fruit would be acceptable, and then gently released the hand tightly gripping Song Yi’s sleeve, walking upstairs alone with tears in her eyes.

Song Yi did not follow her but watched Ji Yan’an enter the room before once again fixing her gaze on the small boy.

Before long, when Song Yi returned to the room, she had a packet of jujube cake in her hand, and there was an extra silver ingot on the little boy’s table.

“Wow! Wasn’t there no jujube cake for sale?” Ji Yan’an was originally sitting in the room tearfully staring at the bowl of medicine. As soon as Song Yi entered, the scent of the jujube cake wafted around, instantly brightening Ji Yan’an’s eyes.

Song Yi did not speak, placing the jujube cake next to Ji Yan’an’s medicine. The meaning was obvious: she could only eat the jujube cake after finishing the medicine.

Ji Yan’an tearfully handed the medicine to Song Yi: “Then you have to feed me, just like last time.”

Song Yi helplessly accepted the medicine bowl. She realized she was becoming less and less able to refuse this Ji Yan’an.

“Open your mouth.” Song Yi still spoke so coldly. Although she herself was not cold, her words always seemed to push people away. Ji Yan’an obediently opened her mouth, allowing Song Yi to feed her spoon by spoon. She was overjoyed in her heart and was very receptive to Song Yi’s feeding service.