After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 10

The medicine had worked its effect. When Shen Sijin woke up again, her head was no longer so dizzy. She checked her temperature and found the fever was almost gone.

She had sweated a lot and felt sticky all over. There was no bathroom in her room, so she went to the one at the end of the hallway to take a shower.

After washing, Shen Sijin stood in front of the mirror, wiping her hair with a towel. The mist-cleared mirror gradually revealed a figure.

Her movement of wiping her hair paused. Her pupils constricted sharply. She quickly turned around, but there was nothing there.

She turned her head back, and the vanished figure reappeared in the mirror, standing behind her, watching her.

It’s that woman again.

Shen Sijin’s heart pounded wildly. A wave of intense unease swept over her.

“Mother,” she mumbled, her voice trembling.

The towel dropped to the floor.

Shen Sijin’s whole body was frozen, unable to move. She could only stare wide-eyed at the woman in the mirror.

The woman was only a phantom. She wore a long white dress stained with blood, her face pale, staring at her with empty eyes.

“Xiao Jin,” the woman’s voice whispered mournfully.

“You killed your mother. Don’t you feel guilty?”

No.

I didn’t.

Shen Sijin crouched down, covering her ears with her hands, saying frantically, “…Mom, I didn’t mean to kill you.”

The long-forgotten memory rushed back.

Shen Sijin remembered when she was ten, she ran to the rooftop of her house, where many, many flowers were planted.

Little Shen Sijin was frail. Her exposed skin was covered in bruises, new injuries piled on old ones, never seeming to heal. One of her eyes was blinded and wrapped in gauze. The white gauze almost covered her small face.

She knew her mother disliked her, but her mother liked flowers. She wanted to pick some for her mother, hoping her mother wouldn’t hate her so much, or at least… wouldn’t hit her anymore.

The child was truly terrified of pain.

Little Shen Sijin looked at many flowers. She was troubled, unsure which flower her mother liked, afraid that if she chose wrong, her mother would be unhappy.

But she searched for a long time and couldn’t choose the right one.

Shen Sijin’s mother was named Chen Bai. Her husband, upon hearing she had given birth, rushed back from the company, but tragically died in a car accident on the way.

Chen Bai, who deeply loved her husband, completely broke down after hearing the devastating news after giving birth. She began to blame all the misfortune on the child, believing that if it weren’t for her birth, how could the person she loved have died?

So, she became increasingly frantic and hysterically abused Shen Sijin.

She also came to the balcony, where her husband had planted many flowers for her before he died. But she saw Shen Sijin touching her flowers. She screamed, grabbing Shen Sijin’s collar and slapping her.

The child was stunned by the blow. Blood flowed from her injured eye, soaking the gauze. Two streams of blood also slowly dripped from her nostrils. Her ears were ringing from the strike, which later caused chronic tinnitus.

She was thrown to the ground by Chen Bai but didn’t cry, only staring blankly at her mother.

Chen Bai’s mental state had been severely abnormal for years, reaching a point of pathological madness. She then kicked Shen Sijin in the stomach.

The child curled up into a ball.

Chen Bai showed no intention of stopping. She grabbed a potted plant, her eyes manic, and intended to smash it onto Shen Sijin. Shen Sijin narrowly dodged it at the critical moment and slowly crawled up.

“How dare you dodge?” Chen Bai’s voice was sharp.

She rushed forward. Shen Sijin was terrified of her and cried out as she was about to be attacked. “No, Mom!”

But Chen Bai had completely lost her maternal instincts. She grabbed the child’s hair and gave her several more slaps.

Shen Sijin couldn’t bear the pain and couldn’t even cry anymore. The child instinctively bit Chen Bai’s hand, then exerted all her strength and pushed hard.

Logically, a child’s strength couldn’t be that great, but Chen Bai’s body had deteriorated over the years. She was now a weak, scrawny figure, easily toppled by a gust of wind.

Chen Bai stumbled backward, her lower back about to hit the edge of the rooftop. However, the railing there had been removed for maintenance due to rust, leaving an empty gap.

Chen Bai lost her footing and fell down.

Shen Sijin couldn’t clearly remember what happened afterward, only that Chen Bai’s head hit a rock, and she died.

It was after that incident that a tremendous sense of guilt arose in her. She felt that she had killed her mother.

She could even feel her mother following her, wanting to kill her.

Many, many times, she saw her mother, but no one ever believed her. They all thought she was going crazy.

But she knew her mother was near, constantly looking for a chance to kill her.

Because I harmed Mom.

She lived in constant fear. There were always voices in her ear telling her to die. For several years, she didn’t dare to leave the house, or even make friends.

Because those people’s faces were all her mother’s face.

Since Shen Sijin arrived in this world, the terrifying hallucinations and voices had slightly lessened, but they hadn’t completely disappeared.

The piercing cries and voices loudly clamored in her ears, jumping frantically in her ear canal. Her head hurt as if being stabbed with needles.

The scene in front of her was completely distorted, showing image after image of Chen Bai’s expressionless face.

The voices were relentless.

Die.

Die.

Die.

Die.

Shen Sijin, you killed your mother, go and die.

I didn’t.

Mom, I didn’t want you to die.

It was my fault, I shouldn’t have picked the flowers for you.

I harmed you, Mom.

I’m sorry, Mom.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Shen Sijin apologized deep down, almost in repentance.

Mom, I want to live.

Please, stop appearing around me.

Soon, she couldn’t focus on apologizing anymore. Her ear was hurting terribly.

It’s really too noisy.

It’s so noisy.

Shen Sijin couldn’t stand it. She closed her eyes, covered her head, and violently banged her head against the wall, trying to alleviate the suffocating pain.

Someone save me.

She’s in so much pain.

The water heater in Che Gulai’s room was broken, so she had to use the bathroom in the hallway to wash up.

From a distance, she heard a series of strange banging sounds coming from the bathroom. She frowned and walked toward it.

As she got closer, the dull banging became increasingly obvious. She could vaguely hear a few sobbing sounds as well.

Che Gulai knocked on the door, expressionless. “Shen Sijin?”

No one answered.

She knocked a few more times, but still nothing. Feeling an odd sense of unease, Che Gulai simply opened the door and witnessed a shocking sight.

Shen Sijin’s hair was messy. She was covering her ears and violently banging her head against the wall, murmuring something continuously that Che Gulai couldn’t make out.

This scene was genuinely terrifying at night.

Che Gulai’s expression remained unchanged, only slightly furrowing her brow. She asked, confused, “Shen Sijin, what lunatic fit are you having now?”

Why does this psycho have a different fit every day?

Che Gulai’s voice had a low, cold quality. When she spoke without emotion, it always gave people a sense of inapproachability.

But right now, to Shen Sijin, her indifferent tone was the best sound amidst the sharp tinnitus.

She looked up at Che Gulai in a daze.

In an instant, like the receding tide, the ferocious faces and the ringing in her ears slowly faded away. The painful, nail-like auditory and visual hallucinations disappeared miraculously, like burst balloons.

Shen Sijin’s empty eyes became much clearer. She stared straight at Che Gulai without speaking.

Che Gulai felt a chill creep up her spine from the scrutiny. She said coldly, “What are you looking at… What are you doing!”

Shen Sijin suddenly stood up and hugged her. She was taller than Che Gulai, so the embrace felt like she was cradling Che Gulai in her arms.

Her fuzzy head buried itself in Che Gulai’s pale neck, clinging to her like a small, insecure dog.

Che Gulai felt a wave of disgust. She struggled to break free from Shen Sijin, her voice icy. “Shen Sijin, are you insane? Let go of me now!”

“I won’t.” Shen Sijin was terrified that the woman would reappear beside her. Che Gulai was now her greatest source of security. The warmth of her body and the faint smell of laundry detergent on her clothes inexplicably calmed her down.

Her palm pressed tightly against Che Gulai’s long hair, her tone desperately soft, with a lingering hint of a sob. “Che Gulai, I’m scared.”

Che Gulai was being squeezed so tightly by the hug that she could barely breathe. She hated intimate contact with anyone, no matter who it was, let alone with Shen Sijin, the person she disliked the most.

A prickly sensation of discomfort spread over her entire body, and she felt nauseous to the point of wanting to vomit, yet this lunatic was completely oblivious to the danger.

“Shen Sijin.”

Her voice was low and heavy. “I don’t care what kind of fit you’re having. Let go immediately.”

Shen Sijin was incredibly stubborn now. She wouldn’t listen.

“No.”

“Che Gulai, someone is trying to harm me.” Shen Sijin’s face was pale, her voice trembling uncontrollably. She was like a child pulled from the water, desperately clinging to Che Gulai, her lifeline.

“Please save me.”

Author’s Note:

In reality, Xiao Jin’s condition should definitely be seen by a doctor, but this is a novel, everything is fictional, and it’s all just a catalyst for the main characters’ romance. It’s ridiculous and unreliable, so everyone should just read it for entertainment.
Thank you for reading 😀