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"Do you want to become a swan?"
"..."
"A what?"
A typical person being transmigrated into a novel is one thing, but turning into a swan at night inside said novel is another thing.
Maybe also escaping death by the skin of your tee...
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"I mean in no way disrespect, but what would keep Hua Cheng away from this place?" ༻ ❍ ༺
Y/N FOLLOWED THE MAN AND EVENTUALLY THE TWO CAME UPON A RELATIVELY LARGE BUT HUMBLE HOUSE.
The man knocked on the door lightly before a voice came from inside.
"Come in," Oh, he lives with someone.
The man opened the door for Y/n, who hesitantly stepped in. The man slipped off his shoes and put Y/n's things aside. He stepped forward and slid Y/n's bamboo hat off his head to rest on his back, ignoring the sudden jump from Y/n.
"A-Nian, you don't have to hide from a visitor." Y/n rose an eyebrow at the nickname 'A-Nian' before another man came from the side of the doorway.
He was slightly shorter than the blind man and he had a black robe with a few dark purple accents around the sleeves. His hair was pitch black and was pulled into a loose braid. He had a pair of red pearl earrings that stood out from everything.
He looked at Y/n for a moment, a sudden concerned look appearing across his sharp features and turned to the blind man.
"Who's this?" Y/n felt like it was a little rude to address someone like that but he couldn't blame A-Nian. If someone comes into your house unannounced, you have every right to address them however you want. May that be with passive aggressiveness, or a fist to a face. (Y/n was glad he didn't get the second option, to say the least).
"A friend I-"
"An acquaintance." Y/n quickly intercepted.
A-Nian raised his eyebrows at Y/n, making Y/n hold his breath as if he was expecting a scolding. A-Nian only looked Y/n up and down before turning back to the blind man.
"-met on the road back from the market. He's ill and injured, I was going to take him in to get him back into a state to travel." A-Nian looked at the blind man then at Y/n, who slumped back involuntarily; hackles raised like a cat's.
Despite all the clues Y/n was giving, A-Nian strode up to Y/n with not a moment of hesitation. Y/n stayed dead still, not wanting to provoke the man. A-Nian reached forward and touched Y/n's forehead, holding his hand there for a few seconds while Y/n held his breath.
His eyes went wide and he abruptly snatched Y/n's shoulders. Y/n flinched and went to grab for his knife, but his pocket was empty. A-Nian eyed him up and down as Y/n retreated his hand, remembering where his knife went.
"How long have you been in this state."
"Not that long,"
"How long would that be?"
"Like.. I don't know two or three days..." Y/n had already lost track of time, god he wanted to check the day on a calendar.
A-Nian's blood went cold. Why would a young man like this be in such a state?! What got him into this state where he can't even bother to acknowledge such a high fever?!
