It also finally made sense why Ming An could know her memories so easily. Every vampire possessed a different ability, and Ming An’s ability was to see through other people’s memories.
Fengguang suddenly became worried that her identity as a transmigrator might be exposed. The system in her mind, aware of what she was thinking, responded coldly, “No one in this world can obtain knowledge that exists outside of this world.”
In other words, even if there were a vampire here who could hear thoughts, they still wouldn’t be able to hear anything related to transmigration in Fengguang’s mind.
She finally relaxed—then promptly sneezed.
With the hand she wasn’t holding, Ming An picked up the parasol she had dropped in her excitement and opened it over her head. He said helplessly, “Little girl, don’t catch a cold.”
To humans, sunlight was warm, but to vampires, it was cold. Each vampire’s constitution was different—some were strong enough to endure the chill, while others, if exposed to direct sunlight, could easily fall ill.
Vampires, of course, could get sick too.
Fengguang asked Ming An, “So humans who’ve been assimilated don’t fear sunlight, and their bodies stay warm?”
“I don’t know about others, but that’s true for me.”
“Then… do you need to drink blood?”
Ming An smiled. “I don’t have any need for blood.”
Strictly speaking, he was half human and half vampire. He could enjoy the way of life of both worlds, but he still chose to live as a human.
“You’re really lucky…” Fengguang said enviously. “I wish I had a body like yours.”
“What’s wrong? As a rare pureblood noble, aren’t you happy?”
“You wouldn’t understand even if I told you…” She couldn’t casually eat human food outside without drawing strange looks from her own kind, nor could she bask in the sun freely, because she’d easily get sick. When she thought about it carefully, aside from being immortal, there really weren’t many advantages to being a vampire at all.
Ming An watched as the little girl in front of him suddenly fell silent. Then, all at once, she let go of his hand, clutched her stomach, and lowered her head, looking utterly miserable.
True to his role as the school infirmary doctor, he asked naturally, “Menstrual cramps?”
“Your face has menstrual cramps!” she snapped weakly, then said pitifully, “I’m starving…”
Ming An frowned. “The A Division cafeteria hasn’t opened yet, and I can’t get blood bags either…”
“I don’t want blood!” she protested loudly, then immediately switched to a pitiful tone. “I want food—real food, hot rice and meals. You’re the principal, you must have a way. I need to eat. If you don’t feed me soon, I’ll starve to death. And if I starve to death, you won’t be able to explain it to my dad. My dad is hundreds of years old and I’m his only daughter. Can you really bear to see a white-haired man send off his black-haired child? My mom has stayed married all these years only because of me—if I starve to death, she’ll definitely divorce my dad too…”
She jumped from the topic of eating straight to life and death, and from life and death all the way to the Xia couple’s marriage. Ming An couldn’t understand how eating could be this important to a vampire—but watching her tug on his sleeve, begging so earnestly for food, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
With a silent sigh of trouble, he lazily patted her head. “Alright, let’s go. I’ll take you to eat.”
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152