Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback! novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: The Autistic Teen Jiang Shixu

Jiang Shixu woke up from those nightmares filled with blood and darkness, feeling groggy and disoriented.

The two sleeping pills he took in the evening had left him with a splitting headache.

He frowned, covered his painfully pale face with his hands, and crawled out of bed.

There was not an inch of daylight by the window; the entire room was terrifyingly quiet and dark.

Much like the boundless void in his dreams.

After changing out of his sweat-soaked pajamas, Jiang Shixu picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table.

The hour hand had just reached one o'clock.

The expression on the young man's face grew even more numb.

Two sleeping pills had only allowed him a little over five hours of sleep.

What now?

Did he need to increase the dosage?

The ticking of the alarm clock in his hand once again amplified his anxiety and fear.

He simply dismantled the clock and threw all the pieces into the drawer.

A whole space was already packed full of parts from various clocks.

Jiang Shixu slowly stood up, his empty stomach telling him it was time to go down and eat something.

Although he had no appetite whatsoever.

The Jiang family's mansion was extremely quiet at night, the huge villa completely stripped of its daytime bustle, now eerily cold.

Even though it was already early summer, Jiang Shixu, wearing a long-sleeved shirt, couldn't help but wrap his arms around himself.

He didn't take the elevator but staggered toward the staircase on the other side, groping his way down in the darkness, step by step.

Finally, he reached the first floor, but the journey had exhausted all the energy he had managed to gather.

Dragging his equally weak shadow, he made his way to the kitchen.

But there, he glimpsed an unexpected glint of light.

—There was someone in the kitchen.

Jiang Li, inside, seemed oblivious to the noise behind her and was leisurely chopping the spring onions.

She wore a light pink nightgown, and her black, dense hair draped over her shoulders, intertwining with her pale, delicate collarbones.

The soft moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shrouding the girl with an indescribable sense of serene beauty.

It perfectly matched an ancient saying, "Ebony hair cascading like a waterfall, creamy wrists as if coated in frost."

After chopping the spring onions, she steadily scooped out a large bowl of fish soup and poured it into the pot.

As the milky broth began to boil, Jiang Li added some previously fried eggs into it, followed by a bunch of handmade noodles.

While she was doing all this, Jiang Shixu just stood not far behind her, watching her tranquil movements intently.

He didn't even know why he was standing there, motionless.

But as he watched her peaceful actions, his previously fluttering and unsettled heart suddenly calmed down.

So, he continued to stand there.

Watching as Jiang Li poured the bubbling soup into a bowl with seasonings.

Then he watched her ladle out the noodles, spread the cooked greens and wallet eggs one by one on top and finally sprinkle a handful of chopped spring onions.

The savory fragrance of the soup, mingled with the fresh scent of the greens and tender onions, wafted into Jiang Shixu's nostrils.

The next second, his stomach embarrassingly growled.

Jiang Li paused, finally turned around, and looked at him. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Jiang Shixu jumped, instinctively retreating into the shadows behind the sofa.

Even though she clearly saw the frail figure of the young man, Jiang Li didn't make a scene, just quietly sat down at the table and started eating the noodles.

This time, it was Jiang Shixu's turn to be surprised.

He was aware that she had seen him.

So why didn't she make any noise?

Since she didn't move, Jiang Shixu also stayed put, and the kitchen, which had a trace of activity, quieted down gradually, leaving only the soft sound of the girl eating the noodles in the air.

Eventually, Jiang Shixu couldn't resist peeking his head out from behind the sofa.

At that moment, Jiang Li was sitting elegantly and gracefully at the dining table, savoring the meal in the bowl before her without any intention of stopping him.