She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 300 - 299: Saving Someone on a Rainy Night, Dawei Region

Chapter 300: Chapter 299: Saving Someone on a Rainy Night, Dawei Region

In the sweltering summer heat, the Yan Family’s caravan moved slowly, stopping frequently, but finally arrived in Xiangcheng just before a heavy rain began.

At this time, they were still half a month away from Northern Border City.

There was still plenty of time, so when mother Sun Lianyi suggested they rest and make repairs in Xiangcheng, Yan Wanqing agreed.

The summer rain was abundant, pouring down in buckets, drenching Xiaoliu who hadn’t managed to run inside in time, leaving her thoroughly chilled.

She clamored as she flung herself into Yan Wanqing’s arms, "Elder Sister, it’s cold! So cold!"

Yan Wanqing chuckled and picked her up by the waist, "Cong Ge, quickly prepare a bath for Miss Liu."

After carrying her into the inner room, Yan Wanqing teased, "You’re such a big girl now, and still so impetuous. If you hadn’t been so naughty insisting on going outside, you wouldn’t be soaking wet."

Yan Xiaoliu pouted, "I just thought the wind today was strong, and it made the falling tree leaves look pretty."

Yan Wanqing felt that, after hearing this, she actually had quite the cultural sentiment.

Normally, she only cared about playing with her herbs, it was the first time she took interest in the outside world.

Seeing her looking like a little drenched puppy, with eyes wetly gazing at herself, Yan Wanqing’s heart melted, and she slightly used her Inner Strength to dry most of her sister’s clothing.

Yan Lingzhen hugged her elder sister’s neck, "Elder Sister, you’re so kind, I never want to leave you."

"What are you talking about? You’re my sister, how could you leave? In the future, if you get married, then Elder Sister can’t manage you anymore," Yan Wanqing said with a smile, but the thought felt very distant to her.

Right now, Yan Xiaoliu was only twelve, she still had three more years until she reached the age of fifteen.

Yan Xiaoliu clung tightly to her elder sister.

She wasn’t from this world, and she knew that one day she would have to return to her own, although she didn’t know how; still, when she learned of Li Chengxiang’s death, she felt a moment of panic.

"Why so melancholic? Has the rain made you silly?" Yan Wanqing touched her head, and Yan Xiaoliu suddenly felt determined to confide in her.

"Elder Sister—" Just as Yan Lingzhen was about to speak, Cong Ge came over, "Miss Liu, the bath is ready."

Yan Wanqing hurriedly carried her into the bathroom, urging, "Hurry up and take a hot bath. Even though it’s summer, don’t catch a cold." Then she looked at Cong Ge and instructed, "Keep an eye on her, and once she’s done bathing, have her come over quickly for the meal. Mother made dumplings today."

She left quickly, and once she finished speaking, she had already reached the door.

Yan Lingzhen watched her elder sister’s retreating figure and could only swallow back the words she had been about to say.

After all, there’s plenty of time in the future.

The soul inside this body was still her.

In her modern life, she was an orphan with neither father nor mother, grown up in an orphanage. She was never adopted because she had autism and could only live with the head of the orphanage and his wife. Her medical skills were taught by the wife of the orphanage head, and later, seeing her talent, the wife gathered some charitable donations from kind-hearted people, allowing her to complete her Medical University education.

When she transmigrated here, she was in the midst of saving a dying patient.

Apart from the orphanage couple, she had no relatives in modern society.

However, the orphanage couple had their own children, and because of her condition, she couldn’t express herself or act spoiled like a normal child.

But during the time since she transmigrated into this book, her mother, elder sister, and everyone in the Yan Family had been especially kind to her.

Yan Lingzhen didn’t want to leave them at all.

Oh kind heavens... If it’s possible, I hope I can stay here forever.

Yan Lingzhen longed to have a healthy body and a family of dear relatives.

Now, she had them all.

...

The rain continued to drizzle, and after the Yan Family finished eating their homemade dumplings, they dispersed. Yan Wanqing, holding an umbrella, was just about to go outside.

Then she heard footsteps from behind.

"Cousin, are you going out?" Sun Hongxuan asked from behind, his young eyes sparkling black.

Yan Wanqing nodded. "I have some free time and wanted to stroll around."

She didn’t say that in fact, she had recently gotten in touch with Xiaowu, and her younger sister had started traveling over.

She would appear in Xiangcheng by the day after next at the latest.

And Xiangcheng was just a seven-day journey from the Northern Border.

"Do you want me to accompany you, Cousin?" Sun Hongxuan scratched the back of his head, asking somewhat sheepishly.

He simply thought that it was a bit dangerous for Yan Wanqing, a girl, to go out so late.

Yan Wanqing raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Are you questioning your cousin’s fighting ability?"

Sun Hongxuan quickly waved his hands. "No, no, you misunderstand, Cousin. It’s just that it’s getting late, and it’s raining outside. I just wanted to hold an umbrella for you and carry things."

"I appreciate the thought, but I’ll just be visiting a few shops near the door. I’ll be back soon."

Once she finished speaking, Sun Hongxuan saw her step under an oiled-paper umbrella and enter the curtain of rain...

Xiangcheng was a small city with a rather long history.

Due to its location, there were seldom any wartime disturbances, so it still retained some ancient buildings.

Yan Wanqing bought some snacks that Yan Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi loved and then sat in a teahouse in the evening, looking down from the second floor at the lanterns through the misty rain, watching little boats pass under the bridge, her breath filled with the earthy scent wrapped in deep moisture, feeling the refreshing uniqueness of summer.

Sipping tea and listening to the gentle voices of the actors in the teahouse, Yan Wanqing felt that she had lived the first half of her life in vain.

This was what life was supposed to be.

She half-closed her eyes intending to savor the scenery outside the window a bit longer when her gaze on the bridge suddenly froze.

Beneath the black veil of night, a slender woman appeared to toss someone, like a corpse, straight off the bridge. The splash was completely muffled by the sound of rain, and the woman, taking advantage of her petite size and seeing no one around, quickly vanished at the end of the bridge.

Yan Wanqing: "..." She had just begun to enjoy her retirement.

And someone was committing murder right in front of her.

How could such a crime happen in the palm-sized, secluded Xiangcheng?

Yan Wanqing resignedly set her teacup down on the table.

Since she had witnessed it, she couldn’t just pretend she hadn’t seen it.

If the person thrown into the water hadn’t died yet, then it would be like saving a life was more meritorious than building a seven-tiered pagoda.

With that thought, Yan Wanqing took a silver ingot out of her purse and placed it on the table. "Please look after my things for a bit, shopkeeper. I’ll be right back."

She picked up her umbrella and headed outside, quickly reaching the bridge.

Under the cover of night, the person’s light-colored clothes were still relatively easy to make out.

Seeing that he was still struggling, Yan Wanqing raised an eyebrow.

He was actually still alive.

Holding her umbrella, she lightly tapped the tip of her foot on a bridge pier, leapt gracefully from the bridge, and with a deft hand pulled the person’s clothes, dragging them to the shore.

"Cough cough cough!"

She coughed violently, spewing all the water from her stomach under the rain curtain.

Yan Wanqing held her umbrella to the side, dodging to avoid getting her clothes wet. The person thrown in the river was also a woman.

"Thank you," the woman rasped, "I, Shen Shuyun, am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace."

Yan Wanqing: "..." How quaintly Dawei.