Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 45

Ji Yan’an nodded, her eyes continuing to look outwards. Raindrops, clear and crystalline, fell onto the tiles of the porch, and a faint, earthy smell of rain gradually wafted over. Ji Yan’an took a light sniff; it was the pure scent of nature. Song Yi also came to stand beside her. The clean fragrance on Song Yi’s body mixed with the smell of the rain, making Ji Yan’an simply want to close her eyes and savor the moment. The sounds of wind and rain intermingled, while inside the room, there was quiet and peacefulness. The charcoal still crackled in the brazier; its sound soft but enough to provide a homely warmth.

Gusts of cold wind blew into the room from the window. Although Ji Yan’an already felt the chill, she hugged her arms and stood by the window. She did not want to miss the opportunity to admire the rain in winter. Song Yi noticed this, quietly walked to the cabinet, retrieved a cloak that Ji Yan’an was scheduled to wear tomorrow, and returned to drape it over her.

“Be careful of catching a cold.” Song Yi’s tone was icy, yet her words were so heart-warming. Ji Yan’an smiled and moved a little closer to Song Yi. Meeting Song Yi’s confused gaze, she simply said, “Getting closer to you is warm, too.”

Song Yi said nothing, following Ji Yan’an’s gaze to look outside. Dark clouds covered the moon, which was already invisible. The maids in the courtyard had all received their instructions and returned to their rooms to rest, leaving only a few on guard in the side room by the gate, waiting for their mistress’s orders.

Consequently, the courtyard was now essentially empty. Many delicate flower beds in the desolate courtyard were drenched. The dark soil, under the night sky, seemed to reflect a light from who knows where, sparkling brilliantly.

“Song Yi, look at the raindrops on the ground. Don’t they look like stars falling from the sky? Do you think… stars might also sneak down to see the person they like when it rains?”

Song Yi was momentarily stunned by Ji Yan’an’s seemingly childish yet romantic question. She froze for a long while, then looked up at the sky, which had not a single star: “Stars probably don’t have anyone they like…” But I do.

Song Yi did not voice the last three words, and Ji Yan’an naturally did not know them. She only felt that her romantic moment had been ruined by Song Yi, this ‘major straight-shooter.’ So, she pouted, a little unhappy, and simply ignored Song Yi, occupying herself with the scenery.

Song Yi did not detect Ji Yan’an’s little mood; her own mind was somewhat troubled. Standing by the side and watching the rain, the occasional cold gust of wind made Song Yi frown. Just as she was about to leave the window, Ji Yan’an’s small hand suddenly grabbed the corner of her robe.

Puzzlement showed in Song Yi’s eyes. Ji Yan’an was a bit haughty; she pouted and opened her cloak half-way. The cold wind whistled inside, yet Song Yi remained still, even more perplexed as to why she was doing this.

Ji Yan’an observed her for a long time and finally opened her mouth to explain, “Dummy! Hurry up and come in! My cloak is big enough; we can share it!”

It turned out that Ji Yan’an had long seen that Song Yi also liked the feeling of the rainy night, but found it a bit cold.

Song Yi nodded gently, but still made no move to slip in. Ji Yan’an, feeling helpless, moved closer to Song Yi, as if coaxing a child to put on clothes. Song Yi did not resist; she squatted slightly to make Ji Yan’an more comfortable. In this way, an extremely strange yet harmonious and warm scene unfolded.

Half of Ji Yan’an’s body was exposed, while the other half of the cloak was given to Song Yi. Song Yi also crouched down slightly so that Ji Yan’an did not have to stand on tiptoe to cover her.

They watched for a long time, and the rain fell for a long time. The two of them brought two stools to sit on, neither speaking, but the sound of their heartbeats could not be ignored. While listening to the sound of the rain, they could hear the rhythm of their hearts beating along with it.

The night deepened, and the rain grew heavier. Ji Yan’an rubbed her eyes and rested her head on the windowsill. Song Yi was not merely watching the rain; she finally had a quiet environment to contemplate the events of recent days, as well as the discussion she had with the Old Madam this afternoon about how to punish Ji Tong’an upon returning to the Ji Manor. Song Yi repeatedly reviewed the outcome of the discussion in her mind—she had to admit that the Old Madam was truly shrewd.

However, her long-term plan was finally at a critical juncture. How to execute this final step well was what Song Yi had been pondering for many days.

Song Yi watched the rain fall, listening to the sound of the rain and Ji Yan’an’s heartbeat, slowly thinking. When she finally had some ideas, she looked at Ji Yan’an again. The person was already asleep, leaning against the windowsill. Her small mouth was slightly open, and warm breath lingered around her nostrils. It seemed Ji Yan’an had been asleep for a long time; there were faint red sleep marks pressed onto her face, which looked surprisingly adorable.

Song Yi stared at that rosy face for a while. As cold gusts of wind blew in, she finally closed the window. The sound of the rain instantly became much softer, and the room grew quieter. Song Yi lifted the small girl horizontally. The scene was uncannily similar to the night she rescued Ji Yan’an, when Ji Yan’an nestled in Song Yi’s arms, looking utterly pathetic, which had pained Song Yi immensely.

Now, it was still the same scene. Ji Yan’an was sleeping like a little oblivious goof, and Song Yi’s face was full of doting affection. Ji Yan’an’s cloak fell to the floor as Song Yi carried her. Song Yi did not plan to pick it up, as she was holding someone more important than the cloak.

Song Yi had intended to put Ji Yan’an down on the bed and then pick up the cloak, but just as she placed the person down, she heard Ji Yan’an mumble something about “jujube cake.”

This… Song Yi knew Ji Yan’an hadn’t eaten much tonight, but was she calling out for jujube cake even in her sleep?

While she was still thinking, Ji Yan’an rubbed her eyes. Her apricot-like eyes slightly opened, as if asking Song Yi for jujube cake.

Song Yi instantly stood up straight. She didn’t know what had gone wrong with her brain, but she actually rushed out into the rain toward the small kitchen. She spent half the night looking for the kitchen in the old house until she finally saw a few plates of already-cooled jujube cake placed there.

Under the astonished eyes of the maid on night duty, she carried them back to the room. However, in the dim candlelight, Song Yi looked at the person on the bed, who had already gone deep into slumber. Song Yi looked at her own drenched clothes and suddenly realized that she had actually run all over half the old residence for one of Ji Yan’an’s “sleep-talking” words.

The strange thing was, upon returning and seeing Ji Yan’an sleeping so soundly, she had no resentment at all; she even wanted to continue watching her.

Song Yi shook her head, resignedly rearranged the blanket over Ji Yan’an, fetched a damp cloth, and gently wiped her face. After cleaning Ji Yan’an’s face and gently removing her hair ornament, Song Yi began to tidy herself up.

Looking at her own captivating features in the mirror, whenever she glanced at her face now, she could almost hear Ji Yan’an calling her “Great Beauty” every day. Ji Yan’an’s simple-minded look made Song Yi smile again involuntarily.

Letting her long hair down and briefly washing up, Song Yi changed into her inner clothes and softly walked to the bedside. A person who was usually so aloof and solitary was now cautiously lifting the quilt, putting Ji Yan’an on the inside, and then consciously lying down on the outer side.

“Always prone to falling off,” Song Yi quietly complained as she nudged Ji Yan’an further inward.

Blowing out the bedside candle, the room plunged into darkness. Ji Yan’an’s breathing and the fierce rain outside became Song Yi’s lullaby for dreaming. She gradually closed her eyes and slept a comfort she had never experienced before.

The next day, the sky was bright, and the rain had long stopped outside. Ji Yan’an woke up early. She looked at Song Yi beside her, then at her own clothes that she hadn’t changed out of, and saw that a plate of jujube cake was actually placed on the bedside table!

This was simply like a divine treat for Ji Yan’an, who had been hungry all night. She quickly and quietly climbed over Song Yi, picked up the plate of jujube cake, and began eating. Although it had been cold for a long time, it still did not diminish the sweet taste of the jujube cake. Ji Yan’an held the jujube cake, eating while watching Song Yi sleep.

A beauty sleeping was definitely a beautiful sight. Song Yi’s long eyelashes cast small shadows. Her narrow, phoenix eyes were now closed, unable to project the kind of intimidating light that made Ji Yan’an dare not look directly. So, she dared to stare at Song Yi all the time.

Song Yi was truly a disciplined sleeper, unlike Ji Yan’an, who moved around a lot. Ji Yan’an had watched her for so long but hadn’t seen Song Yi turn over. Ji Yan’an even began to wonder if Song Yi was faking sleep.

But the light, shallow breathing was indeed so real. Ji Yan’an gently leaned closer to Song Yi, feeling her breath. Unexpectedly, Song Yi suddenly opened her eyes and asked with some vigilance, “Who!”

Ji Yan’an was startled and immediately fell to the floor, a cry of pain sounding out. Song Yi finally came to her senses; this was not when she was a child; she was now beside Ji Yan’an.

“Waking up so early?” Song Yi helped Ji Yan’an up and saw the empty plate beside her, instantly understanding something. Her tone softened slightly: “Are you hungry?”

Ji Yan’an nodded, rubbing her still-unsatisfied stomach, tears welling up in her eyes, looking absolutely pitiful.

Song Yi covered her with a blanket, and wearing only her inner clothes, walked outside the door. She coldly instructed Le Yan to quickly bring breakfast, then called a few small maids to bring water for Ji Yan’an’s washing. A busy and fulfilling morning began like this. Only then did Song Yi realize that she hadn’t picked up Ji Yan’an’s cloak last night, and it was still lying on the ground, looking quite wronged.

Song Yi didn’t know why she was flustered, but she just wanted to subtly pick up the cloak. Just as she was about to bend down, she heard Ji Yan’an call out, “Song Yi! My cloak!”

Hearing this, Song Yi paused her movement to pick up the cloak. She simply picked it up and placed it on the stool, then looked at Ji Yan’an expressionlessly.

It was as if as long as Song Yi wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment would fall on Ji Yan’an.

Ji Yan’an realized for the first time that Song Yi was so adorable—underneath that cold exterior was actually a very cute Song Yi. She formed the idea of teasing Song Yi and deliberately looked at the not-so-important cloak with great sadness: “But it’s been on the ground all night; it must be dirty.”

Her tone was as mournful as could be. Song Yi froze.