After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 1

In 2018, Lancheg was covered in heavy snow.

CG Entertainment was brightly lit and bustling. A few young girls, fresh out of school, were waiting for the elevator.

Ding.

The elevator door opened, and a woman’s face slowly appeared before the girls.

“Good evening, Ms. Che.” The girls immediately bowed their heads and respectfully greeted her upon seeing the woman.

The woman was wearing a khaki overcoat, which accentuated her slender and tall figure. Her dark hair was permed into loose waves and casually draped over her shoulders.

With slim, long brows and dark eyes, her face was beautiful yet coldly indifferent. Although she possessed an exceedingly beautiful face, the apathy between her brows created a sense of distance, making people hesitant to approach her.

She didn’t speak, just gave a soft ‘Mhm’ and walked out of the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, the girls, who had been holding their breath, finally exhaled. One patted her chest and said fearfully, “My goodness, Ms. Che is so scary.”

“She’s so beautiful, so why is she so cold?” a girl with a ponytail muttered. “I’m really curious who Ms. Che’s other half is. What kind of great person could possibly keep her in check?”

“Hey, don’t you guys know?” the short-haired girl gossiped. “I heard Ms. Che has a secret crush, and she’s been waiting for her for a long time, but that person ignores her.”

“Really? Is that true?” The other girls clearly didn’t believe it. Ms. Che was only in her thirties, beautiful, and successful—such a perfect and rare person would be hard to find even with a lantern, so how could there be someone so unappreciative?

“It’s true,” the short-haired girl whispered. “Everyone in the company knows. They say she always keeps a photo in her office—a joint picture of her and another person—and Ms. Che often stares at the photo, lost in thought.”

The girls were clearly very curious. “Who is it? Is she handsome?”

“I don’t know,” the short-haired girl spread her hands, recalling. “The person’s face was scratched out, so it’s completely unclear what they look like.”

The elevator opened, and the short-haired girl stepped out, casually adding, “No one even knows if it’s a boy or a girl.”

The snow was falling heavily outside. Che Gulai held an umbrella and, without driving, slowly walked to a flower shop.

“Hello, are you buying flowers?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of flowers do you need?” the clerk asked with a smile. “Are they for a lover?”

Che Gulai’s cold and long lashes trembled slightly, seemingly mourning some kind of unrealistic hope. She parted her lips slightly.

“No.”

“Not a lover.”

“Alright, what kind of flowers do you need? I can help you look.”

Che Gulai thought of a face and said in a soft voice, “White camellias.”

The snow outside was getting heavier. Che Gulai made her way to the cemetery in the dark. She placed the white camellias in front of a certain tombstone.

It was too dark to see the photo on the tombstone clearly.

In the dark night with the chilling snow, Che Gulai stood silent, staring at the tombstone before her without uttering a word for a long time, like a statue carved from frozen snow.

“I don’t know what kind of flowers you like,” Che Gulai finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse.

“I just bought a random bouquet; I thought it suited you well.”

Pure white and flawless, just like your face.

Her hands were stiff with cold. Che Gulai’s usually indifferent face was pale, her heart felt constricted and hard to breathe, and her eyes were very sore. She slowly let out a breath, attempting to ease the suffocating pain in her heart.

It was like this every time. Whenever she came to see her, her heart would always feel unwell, like a long-term heart patient.

Snow fell on her shoulders. Che Gulai wanted to say more, but realized she knew too little about the owner of the tombstone to continue a normal conversation.

But she was in pain. An indescribable sense of rupture circulated through her limbs and bones. Unspoken longing piled up in her throat, yet she couldn’t say a word.

She didn’t dare to speak, nor did she have the face to.

Because she was the one who had killed the owner of the tombstone.

Che Gulai’s perpetually cold and indifferent face slowly showed a hint of sadness. She painfully covered her face, not saying anything.

I’m sorry, Shen Sijin.

She only dared to say it in her heart.

I miss you a little. Will you think I’m strange?

But I really do miss you.

The snow gradually lessened, and Che Gulai recovered her aloof, cold-water-like expression.

Che Gulai hadn’t slept for several days. After visiting the cemetery, she was extremely exhausted. Unfortunately, she had taken a taxi to this remote location and couldn’t get another taxi right away. She felt like she was about to faint, and her vision swam.

As she was climbing the steps to the street, the stairs were too slippery, and she lost her balance. Just as she was about to fall, a pair of hands suddenly held her steady.

“Um… are you alright?”

Che Gulai opened her eyes with difficulty and saw that the person holding her was a girl.

Slightly widened, almond-shaped eyes, light-colored lips, and straight black hair.

An exceedingly clean and sweet face, like a white camellia in winter, pure white and innocent.

“Shen… Sijin,” Che Gulai abruptly grabbed her hand, her emotions unusually agitated upon seeing the person she had repeatedly dreamt of.

“You’re not dead?”

The girl in front of her seemed startled. She quickly let go of Che Gulai’s hand, pursed her lips, and then spoke calmly.

“Miss, perhaps you have mistaken me for someone else.” The girl raised her eyes and looked at her with a look of unfamiliarity and innocence.

“I don’t know you.”

The girl left quickly after dropping that sentence, leaving Che Gulai stunned and silent in place.

She walked for a long time until Che Gulai was out of sight before the girl stopped. She was breathing heavily, clutching her chest, where a long-suppressed feeling of anxiety lay hidden.

She hadn’t expected to encounter Che Gulai again. She hadn’t seen her for a very long time, and she even thought she might never cross paths with this person again in this life.

She also didn’t want to see this person again. Having a new life, although Shen Sijin felt there was no meaning to being alive, since she hadn’t died, there was no need to die. She didn’t want to die like before.

If only she could avoid seeing this person who caused her pain, she could manage to get through this life.

Shen Sijin thought back to the past—a meaningless yet painful period.