After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 12

Although she had already expected this result, Shen Sijin couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the moment she heard the answer.

“Why?” She tried to fight a losing battle. “I have very good sleeping habits. I don’t grind my teeth or snore. Just let me sleep in your room, okay, Che Gulai?”

Che Gulai was stone-hearted. “No.”

With her being so adamant, Shen Sijin didn’t know how to continue pleading. Although this was the original owner’s house, and she could sleep anywhere she wanted, or even kick Che Gulai out.

But her inherently good and timid nature wouldn’t allow her to be so decisive.

She felt a little discouraged and said gloomily, “Then what would it take for you to agree?”

Che Gulai narrowed her eyes and questioned, “Why do you insist on sleeping in the same room as me?”

Shen Sijin’s gaze flickered around, clearly unwilling to tell her the truth. She prevaricated, “Because… there are bugs in my room, really big bugs. I’m scared.”

Che Gulai: “…”

“Nonsense.” Che Gulai coldly exposed her lie. “I’ll ask you again, the reason.”

Shen Sijin kept her hands behind her back. She wasn’t good at lying, and she easily got nervous when she did. Her hands were twisting and wringing behind her back, fidgeting like a child who had done something wrong.

“It’s… it’s true,” Shen Sijin’s words started becoming incoherent. “There are big bugs in the room, and they keep buzzing. No matter where I go, they follow me. I can’t sleep well.”

How could Che Gulai believe her? Anyway, it wasn’t the first time she hadn’t understood her words. Ignoring her raving, Che Gulai suddenly thought of something. Her eyes slightly shifted, and a fleeting gleam of cleverness flashed in her gaze.

She curved into a smile. “Alright.”

Shen Sijin’s eyes lit up, but Che Gulai’s words followed instantly in the next second.

“But I have a condition.”

“What?” Shen Sijin was secretly wary, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to meet the condition.

For example, asking her to leave right now.

The task of reducing Che Gulai’s hatred for her hadn’t been fully accomplished yet. Shen Sijin didn’t want to end up like the original owner.

“Take me out somewhere,” Che Gulai said.

She had barely left since arriving here.

“Okay, but you have to stay with me and not leave my sight.” Hearing the condition, Shen Sijin was relieved it wasn’t a request to leave. Moreover, taking her out somewhere shouldn’t… cause any issues, right? Che Gulai had no means of contact. As long as she kept a close eye on her, nothing unexpected would happen.

Weighing the pros and cons, and tempted by the prospect of a comfortable night’s sleep, the scale automatically tipped.

With the deal successfully made, Shen Sijin quickly prepared a small bed for herself.

The lights were turned off, and they went to sleep.

Having achieved her goal, she felt she could finally get a good night’s sleep. Feeling joyous, she whispered to Che Gulai, “Che Gulai, thank you.”

Che Gulai automatically ignored the person in the room. She didn’t respond and went to sleep on her own.

Shen Sijin didn’t get angry and quickly drifted off to sleep as well.

It was a night without dreams.

In the following days, Shen Sijin slept very soundly. There was no insomnia, no tinnitus, and no one following her.

Just as she had expected, as long as Che Gulai was near, those things wouldn’t appear.

She found it miraculous.

She really must be the female lead; her halo is huge.

Shen Sijin complimented her in her mind.

Because of this miracle, Shen Sijin found Che Gulai more and more appealing. She believed that beneath her cold, icy exterior was a soft heart. Though she coldly refused on the surface, she would ultimately agree to her conditions.

Che Gulai was just a woman whose words didn’t match her feelings, but at her core, she was very, very good.

Shen Sijin had been tormented by insomnia for a long time. In the immense joy of finding a solution, her judgment was skewed. She took for granted and categorized Che Gulai as a ‘good person’ and even naively developed the thought that “Che Gulai seems to be quite good to me.”

She began to unconsciously stay close to Che Gulai, feeling that Che Gulai provided a shield for her security.

She could be a normal person.

What a wonderful phenomenon.

The “normalcy” she had dreamed of.

She hadn’t been this happy in a long time. The pain that had lasted for over ten years finally had a tearing start, and she was ecstatic.

Che Gulai was a beautiful and miraculous person.

Shen Sijin had started to like this female lead a little bit.

It seemed that transmigrating to this world wasn’t entirely without benefit. Meeting the female lead was already a very good thing.

“Che Gulai,” Shen Sijin called out to her that evening, looking at Che Gulai’s exquisite facial contour illuminated by the moonlight.

Che Gulai closed her eyes and coldly responded with an “Mhm,” making it clear she didn’t want to talk much.

Shen Sijin: “Thank you for agreeing to my condition.”

Che Gulai didn’t respond.

Shen Sijin spoke to herself, slowly telling her, “Actually, I know you might have been a little unwilling inside, but you still agreed to me.”

“You are a very good person.”

“Many people are annoyed by me,” Shen Sijin said, a little drowsy, her words slipping out carelessly. “They don’t want to talk to me and ignore my requests. Only you can accept my unreasonable difficulty.”

She had no friends. On the few occasions she tried to ask acquaintances for help, perhaps her difficulty was too overwhelming. They found her annoying and urged her to leave quickly.

But she only wanted them to keep her company, just for a moment; it wouldn’t take up too much of their time. It was because she was so afraid. That woman was too close, and she was terrified and uneasy.

But they thought she was sick, rambling incoherently, and kept their distance. No one helped her.

Since then, Shen Sijin, probably knowing she wasn’t liked, rarely sought help from others.

Goodwill was so scarce that even a small kindness felt like a huge piece of candy to her.

“Is that so?” Che Gulai turned over, facing away from her, and said expressionlessly. The corner of her mouth curled into a cold sneer, her eyes icy.

Idiot.

What was this lunatic talking about? She was a very good person?

Che Gulai had never considered herself a good person, completely disconnected from the word “good.” Everyone around her said she was vengeful, retaliating double for the slightest bit of wrong done to her.

Heartless, selfish, viciously cold. Even a stone on the ground might have more warmth than her.

A good person.

Che Gulai just wanted to laugh.

She wouldn’t forget everything Shen Sijin had done to her.

If she later crushed Shen Sijin underfoot, extinguishing her will to live, she wondered if she would still call her a good person.

Che Gulai was extremely anticipating that day.

“Yes,” Shen Sijin insisted, still serious.

“I will treat you even better in the future.” Che Gulai forced a cruel, icy smile, her eyes showing a cold apathy, seemingly contemplating some dark scheme.

“You don’t hate me so much anymore, do you?” Shen Sijin suddenly asked happily.

Che Gulai said blandly, “Does that matter?”

“Of course it does,” Shen Sijin’s voice seemed to carry an excited expectation, an unconcealed naivety. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

Che Gulai became a little interested. “Oh—why? Don’t you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Don’t you love Zhou Zi anymore?” Che Gulai tried to bait her.

Shen Sijin knew Zhou Zi, the male lead of the book. The original owner was obsessively in love with him, even jealous of the female lead whom he loved, and repeatedly tried to frame her.

It could be said that Zhou Zi was the catalyst that led to the female lead’s undeserved suffering.

Shen Sijin replied cautiously, “He doesn’t love me, and I don’t want to love him anymore. I don’t want to do things that have no result.”

Did this lunatic suddenly have a change of heart?

Does ‘loving’ someone mean she can stop loving them just like that?

Che Gulai grew more interested. She sat up, turned on the light, looked at her, and said calmly, “He doesn’t love you, so you gave up?”

Shen Sijin hadn’t expected her to suddenly turn on the light. Her eyes were stung by the brightness, and she shielded the light with her hand. After recovering, she spoke.

“Mhm. If he doesn’t love me, then I won’t love him either. Even if I love him deeply, with the premise that he doesn’t love me, the proposition of me loving him becomes meaningless. I can give it up.”

Che Gulai hadn’t expected this lunatic to have such a rational and decisive side. But whether she liked Zhou Zi or not was no longer important. Che Gulai’s hatred for her still existed and wouldn’t disappear.

“So, you don’t hate me now, and you also want me not to hate you, is that it?” Che Gulai hinted.

Shen Sijin sat cross-legged. She was wearing a beige teddy bear pajama suit. Her exposed collarbone was bony, and her figure was slender. With her fair looks, she had a fragile, bony sweetness about her.

She managed a smile and nodded.

Che Gulai felt that her words had the kind of childish, unreasonable innocence of a primary schooler’s “I don’t hate you, so you can’t hate me either.”

She was different from Shen Sijin. Shen Sijin might not hate her, but Che Gulai hated her.

Hatred was hatred. Che Gulai’s hatred would not be extinguished; it would only grow stronger.

She would not forget the pain Shen Sijin had inflicted upon her.

She would always remember and retaliate with double the torment afterward.

And in those few minutes, she suddenly thought of a better way to torment someone.

She would make Shen Sijin naively believe that she no longer hated her and would be kind to her. She would let Shen Sijin become helplessly addicted to the trap of goodwill she had set, and then, right in front of her, present her with countless unbearable malicious cruelties.

Like boiling a frog in warm water, she would give her the greatest pain at the height of her joy.

Simple revenge was too boring, too easy. Che Gulai was very much looking forward to seeing the expression on this naive and crazy woman’s face when she finally broke down at the very last moment of her joy.

After all, what was more painful than giving a person a piece of candy only to stab her with a knife afterward?

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