I Turned Out to Be the Dead White Moonlight of the Canary - Chapter 19

When Yan Sheng saw Song Shi’an’s message, her tear-prone constitution immediately kicked in.

Tears fell onto the screen, and Yan Sheng couldn’t help but feel annoyed with herself. What was there to cry about? She already knew the nature of their relationship perfectly well.

Yet, her nose stung uncontrollably.

She grabbed a tissue to wipe the moisture off the screen.

Then, she quickly replied to Song Shi’an.

Yan Sheng: [Okay, sis.]

After sending the message, she swiftly dried her tears and went to the bedroom to change clothes. Just as she was debating whether to pack extra clothes, her phone lit up again.

Sis: [No need to pack anything. Just come as you are.]

Song Shi’an was currently sitting in Gu Qinghe’s car, her leg still in a cast.

Talk about bad luck—on the very last day, she had gone to participate in a skiing competition, only for the venue to be poorly maintained.

And then, poor Song Shi’an had the misfortune of having an unskilled skier crash into her from behind.

The collision left her with a fracture.

At least it was just one leg—her arms were fine.

Gu Qinghe had been with her and, coincidentally, was also heading to Cangnan City, so she offered to drive Song Shi’an home.

Song Shi’an didn’t refuse. She and Gu Qinghe often hung out together. Though they didn’t live in the same city, they were good friends.

Gu Qinghe was an omega, but like Song Shi’an, she worked out regularly and had a domineering, mature aura.

The only reason Song Shi’an had asked Yan Sheng to come to her villa was that it was slightly closer to the airport. If she had gone to Yan Sheng’s place after landing, it would have taken an extra half-hour by car.

Even if she could have had a driver pick her up, Song Shi’an didn’t want to endure another half-hour in the car.

Not long after Song Shi’an sent the message, Yan Sheng replied.

Little Bird: [Okay.]

Song Shi’an’s contact name for Yan Sheng was simple and straightforward.

She thought Yan Sheng really resembled a little bird, so she had saved her as “Little Bird.” She had considered “Canary” but felt it was a bit too blunt.

By the time Song Shi’an messaged Yan Sheng, the driver was already on the way. The one-hour estimate she gave was the maximum—in reality, the round trip wouldn’t take that long.

When Gu Qinghe’s car pulled up to Song Shi’an’s villa, Yan Sheng happened to be getting out of a sports car at the entrance.

“Shi’an, you have a guest this late?” Gu Qinghe asked curiously, eyeing the girl stepping out of the car ahead.

“A friend. She’s staying over for a couple of days,” Song Shi’an replied casually.

Yan Sheng turned around, and Gu Qinghe got a clear look at her face.

“So beautiful,” Gu Qinghe remarked sincerely.

Song Shi’an smirked. “Obviously.”

She loved hearing others praise Yan Sheng’s looks—it felt like validation of her taste.

If Yan Wuyou and Zhu Yuandong were here, they’d definitely tease her for being ridiculous.

But Song Shi’an had always been like this, and those close to her knew it well.

“Need help getting out of the car?” Gu Qinghe asked.

Both of Song Shi’an’s legs were injured. Though her right leg wasn’t too bad, it still hurt quite a bit.

“What do you think?” Song Shi’an retorted. “You expect me to climb into the wheelchair myself?”

Gu Qinghe couldn’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She got out of the car, helped Song Shi’an with the wheelchair, then bent down to carry Song Shi’an out from the car and placed her onto the wheelchair.

Yan Sheng happened to witness the entire process.

Gu Qinghe pushed Song Shi’an’s wheelchair toward Yan Sheng: “Hello, I’m Gu Qinghe, Shi’an’s friend. Her leg is injured, so I’ll have to trouble you to take care of her.”

Song Shi’an felt Gu Qinghe was saying a bit too much.

Yan Sheng hadn’t expected Song Shi’an to be injured. Seeing her being carried out by Gu Qinghe left her momentarily stunned.

How did she end up like this just from skiing?

“Qinghe, thank you. It’s late, you should head back early.”

Unlike Zhu Yuandong or Yan Wuyou, Song Shi’an couldn’t outright tell Gu Qinghe to talk less, so she could only suggest she leave sooner.

“Alright, take care of your injury. Should I visit you tomorrow?” Gu Qinghe asked.

“No need. I have plans tomorrow and won’t be home. I might be away for a few days. I’ll contact you when I’m free.” Song Shi’an’s tone carried a hint of detachment.

She didn’t mind going out with Gu Qinghe, but she disliked her excessive interest in her personal matters.

“Alright.” Gu Qinghe’s voice held a trace of disappointment.

“I’ll be going then.”

“Mm, drive safely.” Song Shi’an replied politely.

“Bye.” Gu Qinghe smiled at Yan Sheng before getting into the car.

Yan Sheng also bid her farewell courteously.

Once Gu Qinghe’s car had left, Yan Sheng stepped forward to push Song Shi’an’s wheelchair.

Truthfully, Song Shi’an wanted to say the wheelchair was smart enough to move on its own, but since Yan Sheng had already started pushing, mentioning it now would seem unnecessary.

“How did you get hurt so badly, sis?” Yan Sheng asked with concern.

Her mind was entirely focused on Song Shi’an’s injury, leaving no room for other thoughts.

“Just some bad luck.” Song Shi’an briefly explained the situation.

After hearing it, Yan Sheng also thought it was quite unfortunate.

“You didn’t mention it earlier.” Yan Sheng had no idea she had already been hospitalized for days, nor had she mentioned it before coming today.

“What would telling you do? Can you heal me? Or set my bones?” Song Shi’an couldn’t understand why she needed to inform her.

Yan Sheng: “…”

Shijiu, beside Yan Sheng, rolled with laughter: Hahaha, little Yan Sheng, Song Shi’an really is brutally blunt.

But she’s not wrong. Telling you wouldn’t help anyway—you couldn’t have done anything.

“That’s not what I meant.” Yan Sheng ignored Shijiu.

“You know now, don’t you?” Song Shi’an said lightly.

“Mm.”

“Left.” Song Shi’an directed Yan Sheng. The villa was quite large, and without guidance, one could easily get lost.

Entering the living room, Song Shi’an tried to move to the sofa on her own, but Yan Sheng immediately picked her up when she saw her struggling.

After settling on the sofa, Song Shi’an looked at Yan Sheng curiously: “Didn’t expect you to be this strong.”

“Do I look that weak?” Yan Sheng didn’t understand why Song Shi’an thought so.

She pinched the muscles on her arm—they were still there.

Though Yan Sheng didn’t work out often, she had done plenty of manual labor, so she wasn’t lacking in strength.

Song Shi’an chuckled softly and poked her waist: “Maybe it’s because this part is too soft, giving the wrong impression.”

Yan Sheng’s cheeks instantly flushed red.

“Could you grab me a drink from the fridge? A cola, please.” Seeing how red her face was, Song Shi’an thought it necessary for her to cool down.

Yan Sheng obediently went to fetch her a cola.

Then she dutifully sat down on the sofa with Song Shi’an.

Song Shi’an casually turned on the TV, and just then, a video call from Zhu Yuandong came through.

First, he asked how she managed to injure herself while skiing, and after learning the details, couldn’t help but laugh at her misfortune.

“Must you always have the last word? So annoying,” Song Shi’an grumbled.

As if she wasn’t already aware of her own bad luck.

After checking in on her, Zhu Yuandong mentioned he’d visit her tomorrow.

Song Shi’an refused.

Her heat cycle was usually very punctual.

It would arrive by tomorrow at the latest, or the day after—she couldn’t be entirely sure, but the odds were high for tomorrow.

Song Shi’an had no intention of risking entertaining guests during that time.

Besides, Zhu Yuandong was an alpha—she definitely didn’t want to see him then.

“Don’t come. Are you here to visit a patient or to mock me? I know you too well. Even if you show up, I won’t open the door.”

Realizing she wasn’t joking, Zhu Yuandong dropped the subject.

A while later, Yan Wuyou and Xun Yanru also sent their inquiries separately.

After dealing with all of them, Song Shi’an felt utterly drained.

She leaned lazily against Yan Sheng, breathing in the alpha’s faint scent, and felt some of her irritation ease.

Song Shi’an had always found it fascinating—Yan Sheng seemed to have a uniquely calming effect on her.

“Take me upstairs. I want to shower.”

Yan Sheng obediently lifted her into the wheelchair and pushed her upstairs.

After settling Song Shi’an on the small sofa in her room, Song Shi’an asked Yan Sheng to help her undress.

She had worn a loose shirt and skirt today precisely for easier removal.

Song Shi’an was completely unbothered, but Yan Sheng blushed furiously as she helped.

“Sister, your leg can’t get wet, right? Then using the bathtub might not be a good idea,” Yan Sheng murmured after undressing her.

At the hospital, nurses had assisted with washing.

Now that she was home, doing it herself felt daunting.

“Help me,” she said without hesitation.

And Yan Sheng was more than willing.