WMSR – QT Chapter 3
WMSR – QT Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
A sudden thought struck Bai Yichen. Groping around in the dark even though he couldn’t see clearly, he quickly determined that this was a cabinet—a wooden cabinet. Bai Yichen had never felt such overwhelming joy over a discovery. What did a cabinet represent? It represented an exceptional shelter from the draft, and sleeping on the wooden planks inside the cabinet was, no matter how one looked at it, a hundred times better than lying on the freezing ground.
The dizziness in his head grew even more severe. Feeling around blindly, Bai Yichen removed the wooden board that had been jammed against the outside of the cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and crawled inside. The moment he slipped through the door, Bai Yichen, who had been relying purely on sheer willpower to hold on, finally reached his limit. His very last conscious thought was that the inside of this cabinet seemed much warmer and softer than he had imagined.
Author’s Note: La-la-la~~ The story has officially opened! To celebrate the launch, the comment sections of the first three chapters will all have red envelopes dropping until 8 PM on the 14th. The new story desperately needs support, so don’t be shy! Already…
Chapter 2 [Translator’s Note: Original text labelled Chapter 2 due to source structuring]
Early the next morning, while the sky was still dim, two men were soundly sleeping inside the dilapidated brick-and-soil house. Evidently, the delicious food and good wine from the night before had made them lose their senses for a while, causing them to drink a bit too much.
Suddenly, a harsh cell phone ringtone cut through the air. The tall, skinny man stirred, pulled out his phone, and mumbled through a sleepy fog as he answered a few sentences. His eyes suddenly widened, and the next instant, he sprang up from the bed, too panicked to even bother putting on his shoes. He shoved hard at the snoring burly man. “Get up! Get up right now! We’re leaving immediately! Transfer all the brats out—the cops are sniffing around toward the county seat.”
The tall, skinny man’s words scared the burly man quite a bit as well. Without a second word, he scrambled out of bed. Fortunately, since they had been too drunk the night before, they hadn’t taken off their clothes; they just slipped their shoes on and were ready to go.
Panicking, the two men rushed over to the small truck. One opened the back compartment while the other went to untie the iron chains fastened over the wooden hatch. Working together, they hauled the little brats up from the cellar and loaded them onto the truck. Driven by the urgency of that news, their speed was blazing fast. After a hurried sweep to make sure the cellar had been completely emptied of kids, they dropped the wooden hatch back into place. Too rushed to even lock it, they threw a thick layer of straw over it to provide cover and all piled into the truck.
Because time was of the essence, neither of them bothered to do a headcount. The tall, skinny man clearly forgot about the action he had casually performed earlier, and due to the dim lighting inside the cellar, they completely failed to notice two pieces of untied rope lying in a corner.
With a roar of the engine, the utterly ordinary-looking small truck rattled away at a speed that felt like it was trying to fly, leaving behind only dust kicked up by the tires along the yellow dirt road.
Time slowly passed, and the sun gradually climbed higher. The previously gray, overcast sky unexpectedly cleared into a rare patch of blue—a remarkably fine and sunny day for winter.
……
Bai Yichen, who had slept heavily through the entire night, slowly regained consciousness. When awareness returned to him, he was momentarily dazed. Had he… actually survived?
Before he even had time to feel joy, Bai Yichen suddenly sensed that something was off. Right beside his ear was a light, warm flow of air, and the soft, cozy cushion beneath him seemed to have shifted.
It shifted…
Bai Yichen snapped his eyes open and locked gazes with a pair of tear-moistened eyes shining in the dark.
The owner of those eyes seemed to notice he had woken up, and he heard a soft, tender voice brimming with overwhelming joy: “Big brother, you’re awake.”
Hearing that childish voice, Bai Yichen was stunned for a fraction of a second. Feeling the still-narrow space around him and recalling how, right before losing consciousness last night, he had thought the inside of this cabinet felt much softer than expected, realization suddenly dawned on him.
It hadn’t been the cabinet that was soft at all; rather, someone had been locked inside it all along.
Realizing that he had spent the entire night pressing down on top of this child—coupled with that tender voice calling him “big brother,” suggesting the other party might even be younger than his current physical age—a wave of guilt instantly flooded Bai Yichen’s heart. Hurriedly apologizing, he pushed open the cabinet door and crawled out, leaning heavily on his weak and sluggish limbs.
As soon as he stepped out, Bai Yichen felt that something was wrong. It was far too quiet. The cellar, which had previously been packed with young children and occasionally filled with quiet sobs, was chillingly silent. Every sound of shifting clothes and muffled coughing had completely vanished; even the dark silhouettes of the children he had faintly made out on the floor before were entirely gone. Unable to help himself, Bai Yichen took a few steps forward, wanting to confirm it for sure.
“Big brother?” Because Bai Yichen had moved away, that childish voice sounded somewhat panicked.
“I’m here,” Bai Yichen quickly answered. He realized that after sleeping for a night, he really had recovered a lot: his head wasn’t nearly as dizzy, and the swelling in his throat had improved significantly. At the very least, he could now speak without any obstruction. And the person he had to thank the most for all of this was undoubtedly the child inside the cabinet. If not for the child’s body heat, even if he had managed to survive by sheer luck, he would never have recovered this well.
Hearing Bai Yichen’s voice, the person who had just been so anxious quieted down. However, that pair of eyes—shining brightly even in the darkness—continued to blink unblinkingly at Bai Yichen, as if terrified that he might abandon them.
Bai Yichen walked over to the spot where many children had been lying the night before, confirming that the place was completely empty. This naturally gave rise to a somewhat bizarre speculation in his mind: Could it be that the human traffickers had already left? Was his luck really this good? Had he just been forgotten like this?
Lost in thought for a moment, Bai Yichen suddenly noticed that the child in the cabinet was still motionless and hadn’t come out yet. Finding it a bit strange, a sudden realization hit him. Hurrying back to the cabinet, he reached out and felt around, immediately encountering rough ropes wrapped around the child’s hands. Cursing his own carelessness inwardly, he quickly coaxed him: “Don’t worry, I’ll untie you.”
“Mn.”
The childish voice was very obedient. Hearing it, Bai Yichen’s heart softened even further. Lightening his movements, he untied the rope around the child’s wrists and then groped around to free his ankles as well. This time, Bai Yichen did not let his adult intellect down. Knowing that the child had been pinned beneath him all night with his hands and feet bound tightly without a single millimeter of movement, calling his limbs “numb” would be an understatement.
Reaching out, he carefully scooped the person out of the cabinet and let the child lean against him while massaging and rubbing his limbs. True to his guess, this child was indeed smaller than him—not only with tiny hands and feet, but his overall weight was light enough that Bai Yichen could easily lift him out even with his current weak strength.
T/N: Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!
(Note: According to the raw text from 52huku.net, this is Chapter 3!)
Thank you so much for reading! Everything on this blog is completely free of charge, with no paywalls or strict schedules—just me translating whatever catches my interest whenever I have free time.
— Siofra
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