After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 26.2

Che Gulai released her hand and pulled out a tissue to wipe her own hand.

“I just wanted to know if you were safe,” Shen Sijin said weakly.

“I’m fine.” Che Gulai tossed the tissue into the trash bin.

“Then what about your phone?”

“The battery died and it shut down. I didn’t get a chance to charge it.”

Shen Sijin let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

Che Gulai gave her a meaningful look. “Did you come here alone?”

“Mhm.” Shen Sijin licked her dry lips. “I took a plane, and then hitched a ride with someone in a private car to get here.”

Che Gulai poured her a glass of water, asking casually, “How long did it take you to find this place?”

Shen Sijin’s face stiffened for a moment. “One hour.”

This was a small town with a strong Dai ethnic style. The terrain was winding and complex. For Shen Sijin to find this place, she must have gone to great lengths.

“Idiot.” Che Gulai gave a concise two-word assessment.

Shen Sijin pinched her earlobe, her eyes lowered obediently. “Wasn’t it because I was worried about you?”

The house only had one room and one bed. Che Gulai had no choice but to sleep with her again.

Shen Sijin was curiously looking around the room. She turned her head and saw Che Gulai taking off her clothes.

Her long hair spread across her pale back like seaweed. Her lumbar dimples were deeply recessed, and her waistline was defined.

It should have been a beautiful, jade-like back, but a large, ugly scar on her lower back deeply ruined the aesthetics.

“Your back…” Shen Sijin murmured.

Che Gulai finished putting on her clothes, completely unconcerned. “A burn injury.”

“How did you get burned?”

Che Gulai recalled the memory, which was truly unpleasant.

In the third foster family she was placed in, the man was a maniac who particularly enjoyed abusing her when drunk. Che Gulai didn’t know how many times she had been beaten by him.

What was she doing that time?

Ah, it seemed she wanted to drink hot water because the weather was too cold.

The man had just come home drunk, in a foul mood after losing money gambling, and took his anger out on her.

The man poured the freshly boiled, scalding water all over her back. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t match the strength of an adult man.

The foster mother in that family was inherently weak and didn’t dare to stand up for her.

The man refused to buy her medicine. Her back didn’t receive treatment, and after festering and finally healing, it left a scar—a large, wrinkled patch, like folds weathered into a rock.

Later, the man was stripped of her custody by the orphanage due to child abuse.

But the scar had stayed with her as she grew up.

The incident was too disgusting. Che Gulai didn’t want to mention it and vaguely said, “I forgot.”

Shen Sijin was still dwelling on it. She lay on the bed and, perhaps to comfort Che Gulai, said, “I have a scar on my thigh too.”

Che Gulai closed her eyes. “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” Shen Sijin said slowly. “It’s also very ugly.”

“It looks like a centipede.”

Her mother had once fallen down the stairs and couldn’t walk for a while. Perhaps she was annoyed by Shen Sijin’s skipping around, so she viciously slashed her thigh with a knife.

Although she wasn’t disabled, it left a long, centipede-like scar. Because it was ugly, she never wore shorts or short skirts.

Che Gulai belatedly understood her intention and thought her method of consolation was foolish.

Pain for pain?

Boring.

“Noisy,” Che Gulai said coldly. “Go to sleep.”

The next day, Che Gulai saw that Shen Sijin was still asleep, so she went to the cemetery on her own.

She hadn’t driven her car here. She had to take the bus to the cemetery.

The weather was nice today. The sun was out, and the bus wasn’t crowded.

The bus was just about to leave.

“Wait, driver,” Shen Sijin quickly called out. The driver opened the door.

Che Gulai looked toward the bus door.

In the spring sunlight, a young girl was wearing a pure white cotton long dress with a pink cardigan sweater over it. Outside the bus window were large clusters of hibiscus flowers. The girl suddenly stood next to the hibiscus flowers, looking bright and beautiful.

The blue bus, the red hibiscus flowers, the bright sunlight, and the young, beautiful girl in the white dress.

It was like a vibrant oil painting.

In a long, painful period that followed, Che Gulai would always recall this scene.

“What are you doing here?” Che Gulai asked Shen Sijin, who was sitting next to her.

Shen Sijin said it as a matter of course. “I’m afraid something might happen to you again.”

Che Gulai sneered. “What could happen to me?”

“What if it does?”

Che Gulai couldn’t be bothered with her and turned to look at the scenery outside.

Shen Sijin followed Che Gulai to the cemetery. There were only two gravestones here, surrounded by many flowers.

Che Gulai cleared the garbage around the two gravestones, then offered flowers.

Shen Sijin glanced at the names on the two gravestones.

One was “Chen Lian,” and the other was “Qin Anmu.”

“Are they important people to you?” Shen Sijin couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

Che Gulai rarely didn’t give her a vague answer. “Mhm.”

She pointed to the gravestone of “Chen Lian.” “This is a former foster mother of mine.”

Then she pointed to “Qin Anmu,” pausing for a few seconds. “She was my deceased best friend.”

For some reason, Shen Sijin felt Che Gulai looked a little sad right now.

Che Gulai looked at the two gravestones.

These were the two most important people in her life: one was like family, and the other was a friend.

Both died from illness.

After they died, Che Gulai had no one left.

Che Gulai’s gaze lingered on Qin Anmu’s gravestone. Looking at her delicate face, her heart felt uncomfortable again.

She regretted it. If she hadn’t been forcibly locked in the villa by Zhou Zi back then, Anmu might have lived a little longer.

Thinking of Zhou Zi, Che Gulai’s hatred resurfaced. Even though his career was ruined, her hatred for him was still intense.

Aunt Lian, Anmu, no one will be able to bully me anymore.

I will take revenge on everyone who hurt me.

Even if the means are cruel.

You will understand, won’t you?

Che Gulai glanced at Shen Sijin at that moment, then withdrew her gaze.

“You seem a little sad?” Shen Sijin asked softly. “Do you need a hug?”

Che Gulai: “What?”

Shen Sijin said shyly, “When people are unhappy, don’t they usually want someone to hug them?”

“Do I look unhappy?”

Shen Sijin nodded seriously. “You’re very sad.”

Che Gulai was silent.

“Do you want me to hug you?” Shen Sijin asked again.

Che Gulai frowned. Shen Sijin suddenly smiled. “Just kidding.”

“I know you don’t like people hugging you.” Shen Sijin put her hands behind her back, tilting her head as she looked at Che Gulai.

Che Gulai met her gaze.

“It’s normal to be sad when important people die,” Shen Sijin’s face was sweet and clear. “But didn’t someone say that people turn into stars when they die? Maybe they are watching you from the sky right now.”

Che Gulai looked disgusted. “Childish.”

“How can you say that?” Shen Sijin pouted unhappily. “You have to believe that.”

“If people don’t believe in something, it’s hard to pull themselves out of their own sadness.”

With her intervention, Che Gulai’s initially heavy mood turned into exasperated disgust for her.

“Talking nonsense again,” Che Gulai walked forward, leaving the cemetery.

“If I died, would you be sad?” Shen Sijin followed her.

“No.” Che Gulai said expressionlessly.

She truly believed that. If Shen Sijin really died, she would probably be very happy. The person she found annoying would finally be gone.

But Shen Sijin thought she was joking. After all, they were lovers.

If the person you loved died, you would definitely be sad.

She classified Che Gulai as the type who said the opposite of what she meant and corrected her seriously. “I know you’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“How could you say that?” Shen Sijin drew out her words. She thought Che Gulai was teasing her with a lie, so she pouted softly. “That’s so hurtful.”

Che Gulai ignored her pouting and didn’t want to tell her the truth.

The two took the bus back to town. Today was market day, and the streets were lively, full of various strange and wonderful things.

Shen Sijin pressed her face against the bus window, her eyes shining. Even after getting off the bus, Shen Sijin was like a curious baby, looking everywhere.

Che Gulai saw that she was wandering off and had to grab her collar. “Don’t wander off.”

“Gulai, there are so many things here I’ve never seen before,” Shen Sijin said excitedly.

The small town had a strong ethnic minority flavor, so naturally, there were many things not found in Lan City.

Che Gulai didn’t care about the curious baby’s excitement. “There are many things you haven’t seen. Let’s go.”

“Let’s walk around,” Shen Sijin begged. “I rarely get to visit.”

“No. I need to leave.”

“Just one hour.” Shen Sijin held up one finger. “One hour of looking around, okay, Gulai?”

Che Gulai didn’t like her soft cajoling. To stop her from continuing, she impatiently waved her hand. “Go quickly.”

Shen Sijin was delighted, her face beaming with a smile.

She looked here and there, bounding with energy. Merchants saw her looking and tried to persuade her to buy things.

She was just as easily manipulated as before. Seeing her about to take out her phone to pay, Che Gulai pressed her hand on her phone and told the seller, “We’ll just look around for now.”

“Why are you so easily fooled?” Che Gulai lectured her as they walked.

Shen Sijin smiled brightly, linking her arm with Che Gulai’s, and didn’t argue back.

Che Gulai pulled her arm away. “Don’t cling to me. It’s too hot.”

Shen Sijin thought she even looked beautiful when she was scolding her.

In the spring fields, the two walked through the crowd. No one recognized them, and no one gave them strange looks. They walked and stopped, and the crowds brushed past them.

To Shen Sijin, this was a rare and beautiful experience.

She cherished this time, thinking this life was the most wonderful it could be.

They passed a charming white pagoda, surrounded by many hibiscus flowers. White doves perched on the trellis. Many people were taking photos here.

“Let’s take one too,” Shen Sijin said.

Che Gulai felt she was being impulsive and instinctively refused. “No.”

“Why are you always refusing?” Shen Sijin complained. “We don’t have a single photo together. Just one.”

Saying that, she asked a passerby to take a photo for them.

Che Gulai didn’t want to take any photos with her. She crossed her arms and maintained a cold expression. Shen Sijin stood beside her.

“Hey, the girl in black, don’t be so serious,” the woman taking the photo said.

Che Gulai was annoyed. She figured the sooner the better, so she tried to keep her expression as calm as possible. Shen Sijin made a peace sign, tilted her head toward Che Gulai, and her eyes curved into crescents.

Click—

The photo showed a woman with a calm face and a girl with a sweet smile. They stood very close, looking exactly like a couple.

Shen Sijin kept looking at the photo on the way back, very excited.

“Let’s print it out and frame it when we get back. What do you think?” Shen Sijin was full of anticipation.

Unlike Shen Sijin’s joyful attitude, Che Gulai was completely indifferent to the photo, replying distractedly with an “Mhm.”

Shen Sijin stared at the photo, her eyes bright. “Is this a couple’s photo?”

Che Gulai walked ahead, unconsciously curving her lips into a cold arc.

A couple’s photo?

Che Gulai looked at the road ahead.

Only Shen Sijin would think that.

A completely foolish rabbit.

It had to be said, her foolishness was quite pleasing.

Author’s Note:

Xiao Jin is about to get hurt now.

Thank you for reading 😀