Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 67

Ji Yan’an pulled Song Yi into the courtyard and used her hands to catch the falling snowflakes. All she could hear were the sounds of the fireworks exploding, and the air was filled with the scent of gunpowder.

“Song Yi, perhaps you are a fairy from the Nine Heavens who mistakenly descended into the mortal world, coming to my side like this snowflake,” Ji Yan’an embraced Song Yi.

Song Yi also reached out to hold her, her voice extremely gentle: “Because you exist in this world, I wanted to walk the mortal realm even from the depths of hell, just to meet you.”

With that, she kissed Ji Yan’an. The distance between them was very, very close.

Another year had passed…

…….

“Yan’an!!!” Song Yi woke up shouting. She had dreamt that Ji Yan’an and she were falling into a lake together, but she couldn’t struggle free, and they sank deeper and deeper with Ji Yan’an.

Now, she looked around. Where was this place?

Song Yi looked at the glowing light overhead, feeling deeply curious. Could it be… the Land of the Immortals?

Or was she still dreaming?

Just as Song Yi was wondering, Ji Yan’an walked into the bedroom, carrying a fruit platter.

“Song Yi! Time to eat some fruit…” Ji Yan’an smiled happily, meeting Song Yi’s gaze.

“Where is this?” Song Yi saw that Ji Yan’an didn’t seem surprised at all, but she didn’t take the fruit platter from her hand, choosing to ask first.

Ji Yan’an poked Song Yi’s forehead and began to explain, “This is my home. We are now… in a very distant future.”

“Future?” Song Yi didn’t quite understand.

Ji Yan’an pulled her to sit on the bed and explained for a very, very long time, until Song Yi barely managed to comprehend that she and Ji Yan’an were not from the same era.

“So… you are called Ji Yan’an, but you are not that Ji Yan’an?” Song Yi spoke these words very awkwardly, but Ji Yan’an nodded, not denying it.

Song Yi stood up to survey the pink, cozy, and cute little room, and she burst into laughter: “Anyway, I love you, not that Miss Ji.”

These words sent a warm current through Ji Yan’an’s heart. With a mysterious look, she changed into the Hanfu she had bought. It looked very compatible with Song Yi’s blue dress.

“Song Yi, shall we go out and stroll around?” Ji Yan’an shook Song Yi’s arm, acting spoiled.

As the saying goes, a spoiled woman has the best life. Song Yi couldn’t resist her sweet pleading and reluctantly followed Ji Yan’an into this brand-new world.

Cars speeding on the road, glittering billboards, skyscrapers reaching into the clouds… all kinds of sights made Song Yi feel new and curious. However, being a woman of few words was her nature, and she didn’t continuously question Ji Yan’an, who, instead, kept introducing things to her.

After shopping all morning and choosing a few outfits for Song Yi, Ji Yan’an insisted on treating Song Yi to lunch. They came to a very fresh and cozy small restaurant. After ordering two bowls of tossed noodles, Ji Yan’an and Song Yi sat by the window to wait.

When Ji Yan’an first came in, she noticed a woman in the corner who was constantly typing on her laptop. Choosing a window seat now was also to observe that woman up close.

She had to admit that the woman had a good temperament, and there was always a sense of familiarity about her.

She watched for a long time but the woman did not lift her head, until Song Yi said a sentence to Ji Yan’an, and the woman suddenly looked up.

“Song Yi?”

Ji Yan’an was also startled. Anyone who knew Song Yi in this era would only know her from the novel, but to recognize her just by a voice, this…

Ji Yan’an’s mind was filled with speculations, like Ji Mu or someone else had traveled through time to this place, but only when she and Song Yi walked over to the woman and saw the typing interface on her computer.

“Are you… are you the author of The Beauty’s Wish, Yan Fan?”

The novel Ji Yan’an read was called The Beauty’s Wish, which told the story of Song Yi clearing her father’s name from a false accusation, and the author’s pen name was Yan Fan.

Yan Fan seemed even more excited than Ji Yan’an. She stood up and kept scrutinizing Song Yi.

“I never thought I would actually meet Song Yi, who lives in my heart, in real life!!” Yan Fan was so happy she was almost crying. She couldn’t take her eyes off Song Yi, and then looking at Ji Yan’an, she became even more thrilled.

“You look so much like the Ji Yan’an in my head!”

Ji Yan’an was also touched and tearful, while Song Yi was the only one frozen in place, unsure what to do.

After both Ji Yan’an and Yan Fan calmed down, Ji Yan’an, with a trembling voice, told Yan Fan everything that had happened over the past few days. Yan Fan listened with wide eyes… and then she truly cried.

“Don’t… don’t cry, Great Author, what’s wrong?” Ji Yan’an was flustered, wiping Yan Fan’s tears, and seeing Song Yi’s jealous look, she said fiercely: “What are you jealous about? Technically, this is your mother!”

Song Yi was utterly confused.

It wasn’t until Yan Fan was soothed that Ji Yan’an had time to attend to Song Yi.

“This is the Great Author of the novel I told you about!” Ji Yan’an’s eyes sparkled. Song Yi nodded, managing to understand.

Ji Yan’an and Yan Fan talked all afternoon, only to learn that in the original book, Song Yi eventually tore up the scum man, became a proud, solitary flower, and reached the peak of her career without anyone by her side.

Yan Fan looked at Song Yi, whose eyes were now full of Ji Yan’an, and gave a wry smile: “I didn’t expect that you would be the one to snatch away my daughter.”

Yes, life is inherently unpredictable, and anything is possible. May all go well with you, and may all go well with me.