Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

I also picked out an outfit for Sister Qilin~

Hmm... Sister Qilin looks beautiful in it.

Angel Yan: Oh? Very beautiful? Can you be more beautiful than an angel?

Rui Mengmeng: Hmm... new clothes... I'm so envious, I haven't bought new clothes in ages...

Qilin is acting strange today.

He Xi: Strange? Strangely beautiful?

"Well, I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about it."

He Xi: Interesting...

He Xi: It's okay, you can't tell, but I can.

He Xi: My sister's clone will be here soon, then I'll give you a good "check-up"~

I'm very happy today.

A-Zhui: Yeah, I can tell.

[I received two small rewards from Sister Qilin~]

Su Xiaoli: A small reward for sucking

I also rewarded Sister Qilin.

Su Xiaoli: !!!

Su Xiaoli: It's only been a few days?! And you've already won them over?!

Angel Yan: Oh? Transmigrators are this "powerful"?

Inside the villa, Angel Yan's brows furrowed slightly.

This is only the third day.

Has Su Bai and Qi Lin's relationship become so... "close"?

Was it Qi Lin who took the initiative, or Su Bai?

Was it Qi Lin's own choice... or did Su Bai use some other means?

Su Bai...

Will you be the next... scumbag Hua Ye...?

"Sister Yan," Ah Zhui noticed her change in mood and asked softly, "What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried..." Yan's gaze fell on that line in the diary.

The phrase "I also rewarded Sister Qilin" raises the question: "What exactly was his 'reward'?"

Ah Zhui tilted her head, her face flushing as if she had thought of something.

Seeing this, Yan stopped pondering the question and started teasing A-Zhui.

Xiaoxue was being noisy, so she went back to find the props and explained that she wasn't used to it.

He Xi: Oh? Are you feeling lonely?

He Xi: But isn't your "Sister Qi Lin" with you right now?

Keisha: After all, in his eyes, we are all just characters in a "story"... Perhaps only Qilin can make him feel the warmth of "home".

I'm home.

The diary entries end abruptly here.

Su Bai composed himself and opened his eyes.

The car has come to a complete stop.

Qi Lin first unbuckled her own seatbelt, then turned to the side and gently helped him unbuckle the buckle.

Then, she reached out and opened the car door for him.

In fact, even if Qi Lin didn't do it, Su Bai would still do these things.

He simply suffers from memory loss, slightly slow reactions, and a different way of thinking due to damage to his soul.

But he had not forgotten basic common sense.

However, Su Bai didn't say anything, and just obediently let her do as she pleased.

Qi Lin knew that even if she didn't help, Su Bai could unbuckle his seatbelt and open the car door by himself.

She just... wanted to take care of him.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights in the neighborhood cast a dim, yellowish glow.

Qilin took all the clothes and vegetables she bought today out of the trunk.

Seeing this, Su Bai stepped forward to help take it.

Qi Lin did not refuse and let him share some of the weight.

The two walked into the stairwell one after the other, their footsteps echoing softly in the empty stairwell.

"Sister Qilin," Su Bai suddenly spoke up.

"Um?"

Are you...tired today?

Qi Lin paused slightly, turned to look at him, and smiled: "Not tired. How could I be tired with you?"

She spoke naturally, but Su Bai listened with utmost attention.

The elevator slowly ascended, leaving only the two of them in the cramped space.

"Su Bai," she called softly.

"Um?"

"If... you regain your memories, will you still stay with me like this?"

The question came suddenly, and Su Bai was stunned for a few seconds before raising his head, his eyes clear and firm:

"meeting."

Why?

"Because you're Sister Qilin," he said matter-of-factly. "Whether I've recovered or not, you always will be."

Qi Lin's eyes suddenly felt hot.

She turned her face away, not wanting Su Bai to see her wet eyes.

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened.

Qi Lin strode out, took out her keys, and opened the door. Su Bai followed behind her, keenly sensing the fluctuation in her emotions, but unsure how to ask.

"Sister Qilin," he said softly, "did I say something wrong?"

"No." Qi Lin took a deep breath, and when she turned back, her smile had returned. "You're right. I... I'm very happy."

She opened the door and turned on the living room lights.

The warm light instantly dispelled the darkness and also dispelled the inexplicable sadness in her heart.

After tidying up the clothes in the shopping bag, Qilin turned and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Su Bai followed him in and stood by the pool without hesitation.

"Sister Qilin, let me help you wash the vegetables."

Qi Lin couldn't help but smile as she watched him roll up his sleeves, his movements a little clumsy but extremely earnest.

"Okay, here you go with the vegetables."

"Mm." Su Bai nodded, took the vegetables, turned on the tap, and carefully rinsed each leaf one by one.

The kitchen quickly filled with the aroma of cooking—the sizzling of oil in the pan, the crackling of ingredients hitting the heat, the crisp clinking of spatulas, and Qi Lin's occasional soft instructions:

"Little White, salt."

"Xiao Bai, soy sauce."

"Little White, the plate."

Su Bai was like the most obedient assistant. He did whatever Qi Lin said. Although his movements were not fast, he made almost no mistakes.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, but the kitchen light was warm and bright, casting the shadows of the two people on the wall, creating a cozy silhouette.

"Sister Qilin," Su Bai suddenly said, "cooking... seems like it's quite fun."

"Fun?" Qi Lin raised an eyebrow. "Don't you find it troublesome?"

"It's no trouble at all." Su Bai shook his head. "Working with Sister Qilin is no trouble at all."

His tone was so natural that Qi Lin's chopping movements slowed down a beat.

She looked up at Su Bai.

He was peeling garlic with his head down, his profile appearing exceptionally soft under the light, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his eyelids, his expression focused as if he were doing something extremely important.

—If you ignore the dented garlic clove in his hand.

"That's not how you peel garlic." Qi Lin put down the knife, walked to his side, picked up another clove of garlic to demonstrate, "Look, just gently squeeze it like this, and the skin comes off."

Su Bai tried it out, just like her, and it was indeed much easier.

"Sister Qilin is amazing," he said sincerely.

"What's so great about that?" Qi Lin chuckled. "It's just common sense."

"But I can't," Su Bai said seriously. "That's why Sister Qilin is so amazing."

Looking into his clear eyes, Qi Lin suddenly felt that being admired by a child who even needed to be taught how to peel garlic wasn't something to be proud of.

But in my heart, I felt inexplicably... very happy.

Dinner was ready quickly.

A simple three-dish-and-one-soup meal: shredded pork with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried greens, and a pot of seaweed and egg drop soup.

The two sat down facing each other, and Qi Lin served Su Bai a full bowl of rice:

"Eat more, you've walked so much today."

"Mm." Su Bai took the bowl, but didn't pick up his chopsticks immediately. Instead, he first put a piece of shredded green pepper and pork into Qi Lin's bowl. "Sister Qi Lin, eat more too."

Qi Lin was taken aback, then smiled:

"it is good."

Dinner was served in a quiet and warm atmosphere.

Su Bai ate with exceptional care, chewing each bite slowly and deliberately, as if savoring some rare delicacy.

Seeing his satisfied expression, Qi Lin felt a warm glow in her heart.