Chapter 2

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Female lead

Aria

She is the female lead who transmigrates into a tragic cannon fodder character, the white moonlight of the male second lead. Intelligent and determined, Aria fights to survive childbirth and begins adapting to her new reality

Male Lead

Liam

Aria's blind husband, who deeply cares for her and their unborn child. Though visually impaired, he is gentle and loving, but has a tragic aura tied to the original storyline.

Female Lead's Child

Avi

The newborn baby boy, large and healthy, whose difficult birth nearly costs Aria her life. He symbolizes a turning point in Aria’s new life within the novel world.

Chapter 2

Liam heard her words, and a satisfied smile returned to his face.

“Alright, wait here a moment. I’ll go get you some chicken soup.”

As he spoke, he fumbled around again. After touching the swaddled bundle, he handed the baby to Aria.

“Wife, you hold Avi. I’ll go get the soup for you now.”

Aria looked at the baby he was holding upside down and felt a chill in her heart.

Is this really the biological dad? Holding a baby like that? What if he drops him?

Thankfully, she’d gone with her cousin to a few parenting classes. Holding a baby was no problem for her.

But…

She watched him take forever just to find the door and couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

“Honey, just come back. I’ll go get it myself!”

A flicker of sadness crossed Liam’s face, but he quickly steadied himself.

“I can do it…”

As he said that, he tripped over the doorstep and fell, and the black cloth over his eyes came loose.

A pair of helpless and lost eyes were suddenly exposed to the air. Aria gasped.

Oh my god, he’s so handsome! What kind of boring life did I live in my past life to miss out on someone like this?

Thinking this, her body moved faster than her mind. Still holding the baby, she rushed over in quick steps.

“Hey... honey, are you alright?”

Aria’s heart nearly broke. That stunning face had dirt on it!

She helped him up, then stuffed the baby back into his arms.

“I’ll go get it!”

“You just stay put!” Aria said, pretending to scold him.

Liam stood there helplessly, holding the black cloth in one hand and the quiet, obedient baby in the other.

After Aria left the room, he gently patted the swaddle.

“Avi, grow up quickly and help your mom out…”

The baby, who had been resting with eyes closed, suddenly rolled his eyes.

When Aria stepped outside, she saw the mud house that had been blackened by smoke and slowly walked over.

The thatched roof was completely charred, and there was a big hole in the corner of the wall. Rain from yesterday had flowed in, soaking a lot of the firewood.

No wonder there was a pile of dry wood in the yard. From inside, she had only noticed the house was old, but it had been cleaned up very neatly.

In the inner room, besides the earthen bed, there was also a desk and a wardrobe. That meant the man must’ve had some money in the past.

Most people didn’t own things like that.

When she got to the stove, she saw a pot of golden, oily chicken soup and froze.

This was more like chicken oil soup, wasn’t it?

Thinking of the little dumpling she just held, she gritted her teeth, scooped out two bowls, blew off the layer of oil, and drank it with her eyes closed.

After a while, she smacked her lips.

“Pretty tasty. One more!”

After two bowls, Aria tore off the chicken leg from the old hen, scooped some rice soup that was almost like plain water, and brought it to the main room.

“Honey, come eat something. Don’t go hungry.”

Liam smiled gently. “Alright.”

After setting the bowl down, Aria helped him out of the room.

Then she handed him the bowl with the chicken leg and urged him, “Eat, honey!”

“Okay. Where’s Avi?”

He froze slightly as he lifted the bowl.

"This is chicken soup… wifey, it’s for you. I can’t eat it!"

The blind man really cared about his wife. He even gave the good stuff to her.

Aria took the chicken leg from his bowl and pushed it to Liam’s lips.

"If you don’t eat it, I’ll be mad. I’m eating too. We’ll share it together!"

Liam shook his head. "Where’s Avi?"

Only then did Aria look down at her own little baby. White, soft, and incredibly cute.

"I’m holding him. Let’s eat first."

Liam was afraid she’d get mad, so he lowered his head and took small sips of the chicken soup. Aria drank the rice water from the morning, basically porridge.

This man drank plain rice water himself, but made old hen soup for her.

He really did love this "white moonlight" like in the original book. But that porridge was unexpectedly refreshing.

Thinking that, Aria lifted the chipped bowl and drank it all in one go.

After the meal, Aria put the baby back in the room and helped Liam over to the well.

"Husband, I’m still in my recovery month. You’re doing the dishes."

Liam suddenly remembered and quickly pushed her aside. "You should go back in. I shouldn’t have let you come out at all. Go, now!"

Aria thought, she really was supposed to be resting. She shouldn't have come out. Her head was already pounding.

With a splitting headache, she left him with a, "Call me when you’re done."

Back in the room, memories that didn’t belong to her surged into her mind.

A moment later, she heard the sound of a bamboo cane tapping the ground outside. Aria took clothes out of the wardrobe and wrapped herself up before helping the man, who had found his way into the kitchen, over to the bed.

She was already here. Her real self was dead in the other world. Since she was here, she’d make it work.

From the memories, this little mountain village was called White River Village. As the name suggests, it was a small village downstream from a river.

It should be August or September now. This was still the northern part of the country. Based on her memory, snow would fall by late October. And their home was dirt poor.

Thankfully, the inner rooms weren’t falling apart and could block out the winter snowstorms.

She found the hidden stash of money in her memory. Looking at the handful of copper coins, Aria’s face darkened.

Was this equal to a few bucks in modern times?

"Wifey… I’ll start weaving bamboo baskets soon. Don’t worry about money. Brother Niu will be back tomorrow. I’ll give you all the basket money then."

Liam seemed to have heard her rummaging for money and spoke softly while holding Avi, saying he’d work hard to provide.

Looking at the bamboo strips leaning by the wall and the bamboo forest outside, she realized their living came from weaving.

Aria looked at the father and son seriously. "Liam, stay home. I’ll handle things outside. Also, you need to memorize how the furniture is arranged. You’ll be carrying Avi around the house. If you trip, it’s dangerous."

A grown man staying home and still not remembering the layout, always tripping. Couldn’t he memorize it already?

"Alright, I’ll listen to you. But our Avi doesn’t have a real name yet. Wifey, can you pick one?"

The original owner could read and write, which is why there was candlelight and a desk in the inner room.

In ancient times, both candles and desks were rare. Not many families had the luxury to keep a candle burning after dark.

Now Aria was stumped. She was good at naming dogs, but giving a name to her own son…

"Um… you pick?"

Liam smiled gently. "I can’t see what Avi looks like, but I imagine he looks like you. I can’t read, so it’s better if you do it."

Aria looked down at the baby wrapped in cloth. "Let’s call him Avi. Avi means the sun—bright and full of hope."

"Avi… what a good name. You really are the best letter writer for miles around."

Was that true? She used to write letters? Aria quickly searched her new memories. Yes, it was true.

When the elders or young people in the village needed help writing letters, they came to her. She charged five copper coins per letter and even helped them send it out.

After paying for ink and paper, there was almost no profit. When they got a letter back, she’d patiently read it out loud for them.

So the whole village liked coming to her for help with writing.

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