After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 2

Winter Solstice, 2013

When Shen Sijin opened her eyes, she was in a narrow, dark space. A woman lay on the floor, her long hair covering her face.

It was a very thin woman. The pale wrist that was exposed was covered in scars. She lay there silently, as if dead.

Shen Sijin couldn’t figure out the situation. She remembered that she should have been in a mental hospital, where she accidentally fell down the stairs and passed out. Why was she in this strange place when she opened her eyes?

At the same time, countless memories flooded into her mind.

Only then did Shen Sijin understand what was happening.

She had transmigrated into a novel.

Shen Sijin had not read this novel herself, but because it contained a cannon fodder character with the same name as her, her roommate thought it was funny and told her about it.

The novel was very melodramatic. The female lead was a magnet for everyone’s love. The male lead loved her, and the second male lead loved her, too. Unfortunately, the female lead herself was as pure and cold as snow, ignoring both of their advances. When the male and second male leads couldn’t have her, they went insane. The male lead forcibly imprisoned her, locking her in his villa and preventing her from leaving. The second male lead attempted to break her legs, delusionally hoping to make the female lead a canary that could only rely on him.

The female lead had been lonely and helpless since childhood, subject to their manipulation.

The character she transmigrated into was the vicious and insane female villain. The villain was mentally ill and deeply obsessed with the male lead. She couldn’t stand the male lead’s admiration for the female lead, so she intensely hated the female lead and often framed her both openly and secretly.

When the female lead went alone to her hometown to visit a deceased loved one, the villain followed her. Later, the female lead became unconscious due to an accidental car crash. The villain used this opportunity, under the guise of taking care of her, to secretly move the female lead to a remote small town. She claimed to be looking after her, but in reality, she subjected her to various abuses, even blinding one of her eyes.

Shen Sijin stopped listening there, thinking it was absurd. In the end, she just asked her roommate what happened to the cannon fodder. She was told that the female lead was later rescued by the male lead, who rushed over, and the cannon fodder’s legs were broken by the vengeful female lead. She was thrown into a dirty psychiatric hospital, where she eventually jumped to her death.

At the time, Shen Sijin felt disgusted but didn’t think much of it.

Now that she had transmigrated into this character, Shen Sijin was filled with dread at the thought of the ending.

She was afraid of the original owner’s fate. She didn’t want to die, and she didn’t want to be locked up in a psychiatric hospital. She had suffered enough during her time in one.

She would not let that ending happen.

She must have transmigrated at the point when the original owner had just brought the female lead to this small town, throwing her into this cold room and ignoring her.

This meant the original owner hadn’t really started to abuse the female lead yet, and the female lead wasn’t blind. She still had a chance to make amends.

Shen Sijin tried to help the female lead in front of her sit up, but the female lead suddenly woke up. Her eyes snapped open, full of frost, glaring darkly at her. Her beautiful and gorgeous face was utterly cold. A scabbed and gruesome wound was on her forehead, and at this moment, the scab had cracked, and blood was slowly welling out. Her gaze was like looking at a dead person.

Shen Sijin felt at a loss, her hands unsure of what to do, and she foolishly asked,

“Are you alright?”

Shen Sijin felt she had asked a meaningless question. The female lead’s face was covered in scratches and bruises; she clearly was not well.

Che Gulai looked at her coldly, wondering what scheme this lunatic was up to.

“I’ll take you to the room,” Shen Sijin said, looking at the thin white dress the female lead was wearing. It was the dead of winter, and this was a damp, gloomy storeroom. The female lead was freezing, her face terribly pale.

“What game are you playing now?” Che Gulai’s cold voice came, carrying a sickly hoarseness. After speaking, she coughed a few times.

Shen Sijin didn’t know what to say. She pursed her lips, her tone carrying a natural innocence and naivety.

“It’s very cold here.”

“Ha,” Shen Sijin thought she heard a sound of derision, as if she was listening to a joke. So, she knew it was cold, yet she intentionally made her wear light clothing and ignored her shaking from the cold.

And now what was she saying?

Because it’s cold.

Is she worried about me freezing?

What a contradictory statement. This woman was truly mentally ill, talking nonsense.

Che Gulai was utterly disgusted by her words. She spoke, her voice exceedingly thin and cool.

“Shen Sijin, don’t disgust me. If you want me to freeze to death, just throw me outside. That way, I’ll die faster.”

Shen Sijin didn’t understand why she suddenly said such a thing. She scratched her short hair, frowning slightly, and whispered, “I didn’t have that idea.”

“Hypocrite.” Che Gulai’s lips moved slightly, spitting out two words indifferently. She moved, trying to stand up, but her whole body was excruciatingly painful. Any movement brought dense, agonizing pain.

She couldn’t help but let out a painful groan.

Shen Sijin immediately went to help her. As soon as she touched her arm, Che Gulai violently shoved her away. Shen Sijin stumbled backward, her back hitting the sharp corner of a cardboard box.

The pain in her back made her gasp, and she seemed about to cry out, but Che Gulai’s cold, furious voice interrupted her.

“Get out!”

“Don’t touch me, you lunatic, you psycho! Why haven’t you died yet?!!”

Shen Sijin’s body stiffened for a moment. For a split second, she thought she heard a sharp ringing in her ears, and a flood of various noises crashed into her. Her already pale face became even whiter.

She pinched her palm and shook her head, forcing herself to recover from the nightmare-like state.

She ignored the pain in her back and, disregarding Che Gulai’s rejection, forcefully helped her up. Che Gulai tried to push her away, but her body was too weak from the torment, and the sudden surge of agitation caused her to faint.

Fortunately, she fainted, allowing Shen Sijin to support her.

She took Che Gulai out of the room, brought her back to her own room, and covered her with a blanket.

Even this simple task completely exhausted Shen Sijin; the original owner’s body seemed to be very frail.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror, slowly breathing. Her gaze shifted, and she saw herself reflected in the glass.

Wavy, ear-length light brown hair, round face, with a mole at the corner of her eye and a bit of baby fat on her cheeks. Amber-colored pupils, very light, added a hint of cool indifference to an otherwise overly sweet and innocent face.

The face was very similar to her own, but her eyes were originally a very dark black, she didn’t have a mole under her eye, and her face was very thin, without much flesh.

But overall, it was close enough, except that this body’s complexion was too pale, always giving a weak, sickly impression.

She stood up and looked out the window. This was a small town. Gray, dusty advertising papers were carelessly plastered on utility poles. Children ran around, and the shrill noise of motorcycles echoed in the street.

The unfamiliar environment left Shen Sijin bewildered, but soon she remembered that she was no longer in the depressing mental hospital. The initial confusion was quickly killed off, leaving only the relief of a narrow escape.

This is a new life.

As Shen Sijin was being optimistic on her own, Che Gulai stirred on the bed and softly mumbled, “Water…”

Shen Sijin quickly poured her a glass of water, helped her sit up by supporting her back, and slowly fed it to her. Che Gulai drank the water with her eyes closed, then slowly opened them.

Seeing the person in front of her, Che Gulai immediately shoved her hand away. The glass flipped, and the water spilled all over the quilt.

“What are you trying to do?” Che Gulai asked coldly.

“Huh?” Shen Sijin was slow to react and answered seriously, “Feeding you water. You said you wanted water.”

“You have the kindness for that?” Che Gulai sneered. She looked around, realizing she wasn’t in the dark storeroom. She said with sarcasm, “What? Have you come up with a new way to torment me?”

Shen Sijin slowly wiped the water off the quilt with a paper towel. At the question, her movement paused. She looked up, her eyes clear and clean, like dewdrops, and slowly spoke.

“I’m not trying to torment you,” she said. “Before… I was wrong. It was my fault. I won’t bully you now.”

Che Gulai completely disbelieved her words and only thought she was lying. This mentally ill woman had always been at odds with her, wanting to ruin her face with sulfuric acid, destroy her business, and even once tried to push her into the sea at a yacht party.

This woman genuinely wanted her dead. Che Gulai intensely hated her.

She vaguely remembered being hit by a car. In her confusion, she seemed to have been taken away, and when she woke up once, she realized that Shen Sijin, this madwoman, had brought her to God knows where, throwing her into this cold storeroom.

The second before she lost consciousness, she thought her luck was terrible—not only was she hit by a car, but she was also picked up by her arch-enemy, Shen Sijin. Her days ahead would likely be pitch-black.

And now that she had woken up again, Shen Sijin was acting completely out of character, pretending to be a good person to her.

Shen Sijin was young and crazy, always wanting her dead. Now that she was brought to this awful place after the car accident, with her means of communication cut off, she seemed determined to ruin her step by step.

Che Gulai hated many people, and Shen Sijin was one of them, perhaps even more so. Che Gulai wanted her to die every single second.

And now, she had gone crazy again, with an innocent expression, speaking words of apology. Her pale face and simple eyes made her look exactly like a delicate, sweet, little white flower.

Disgusting.

Hypocritical.

Affected.

That was Che Gulai’s assessment of her.

She curved her lips mockingly, but quickly smoothed them out.

“Are you playing the role of the remorseful wrongdoer now?” Che Gulai looked at her, her eyes frigid and devoid of warmth. “What, do you need me to cooperate? Do you want me to cry and kneel and thank you?”

She was being completely sarcastic.

Shen Sijin couldn’t possibly miss the sarcasm. She knew that Che Gulai’s hatred for the original owner couldn’t be easily dismissed with a few words, and she didn’t expect Che Gulai’s forgiveness right away.

Shen Sijin: “I’ll prove it to you.”

Che Gulai’s face was cold: “Psycho.”

“You shouldn’t call people a psycho,” Shen Sijin corrected her. “I’m not sick.”

Che Gulai couldn’t be bothered with this suddenly foolish woman. Seeing her made her sick, so she lay down with her back toward her.

“The quilt is wet,” Shen Sijin said, trying to adjust the quilt. “I’ll change it for you.”

“Can you just leave?” Che Gulai suddenly raised her voice, sat up, and grabbed her collar, her scarred face slightly contorted in rage.

“I don’t want to see you! Just hearing your voice makes me want to vomit! I hate you! Can you understand that? If you’re going to torment me, just finish it quickly and get out!!”

Che Gulai’s whole body was in agonizing pain, but the suffering was nothing compared to the hatred she felt for the person in front of her.

Shen Sijin was startled. Her almond eyes widened slightly, her heart rate surged, and she felt a bit breathless.

Che Gulai was extremely tired and truly didn’t want to talk to this lunatic anymore. She lay down again and pulled the quilt over herself.

Shen Sijin held her chest, slowly calming her breathing. The original owner’s heart couldn’t handle shocks; even a slight fright could make it race wildly.

Once her heartbeat stabilized, Shen Sijin glanced at Che Gulai, who was buried under the quilt. She pursed her lips and said nothing more.

She dutifully cleaned up the broken cup, then turned on the air conditioner, whispered an apology, and finally walked out of the room.

She didn’t leave the premises; she sat right outside the door, thinking that Che Gulai’s hatred for the original owner was so deep. Could she really change the female lead’s impression of her?

If she couldn’t, and the female lead still hated her fiercely, would she still be sent to the psychiatric hospital?

Shen Sijin covered her head, finding the possibility incredibly distressing.

She hadn’t even taken the first step, and she was already feeling the difficulty.

Note on Ages: Shen is currently 21, Che is 25. Younger one is the Gong (top).

Thank you for reading 😀