After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 29.1

Shen Sijin’s hand injury wasn’t severe; it was only a superficial cut, but the bloody scab on the surface still looked quite frightening. While she was being stitched up, Che Gulai felt the pain for her.

Shen Sijin, however, showed no reaction. Her expression was calm, and she didn’t utter a sound.

After being bandaged, Shen Sijin was cleared to leave the hospital. Che Gulai drove her back to school.

Neither of them spoke during the drive.

Che Gulai glanced at Shen Sijin’s bandaged palm several times. She frowned, wanting to say something, but couldn’t get the words out.

“Why did you suddenly rush out?” Che Gulai asked ambiguously, looking at the road.

Shen Sijin lowered her gaze, her expression pale. She curved her lips into a small smile, looking very obedient. “Because you were about to be hurt. I rushed forward without thinking.”

A strange pulsation flowed through Che Gulai’s heart, spreading through her bones. She had never felt this sensation before and didn’t understand what kind of emotion this surge was.

Logically, Shen Sijin’s life or death was none of her business. Shielding her from the knife was Shen Sijin’s own choice. Che Gulai felt she shouldn’t be grateful to her. After all, what Shen Sijin had done to her before wasn’t erased by this single act.

She should have been secretly happy about her pain.

She should have felt a perverse delight, but she didn’t feel much joy.

Che Gulai was annoyed by her inner struggle. She hated her current indecisiveness. This wasn’t like her.

Che Gulai’s mind was a mess, and she had no desire to talk to Shen Sijin.

Shen Sijin waited for a long time, but Che Gulai didn’t continue her sentence.

Does she not even want to talk to me much?

Shen Sijin lowered her eyes to the gauze on her palm, her gaze empty.

Zhou Zi was in jail, and Chen Youfan was dead. The two most important male characters in this world were ruined.

Without exception, this was all caused by the female lead.

The common thread between them was that both had previously humiliated Che Gulai.

Shen Sijin remembered the things they had said to her, urging her to stay away from Che Gulai.

She had been unwilling to delve into the meaning before, thinking they were merely meaningless slander and attempts to sow discord.

She believed Che Gulai was not that kind of person.

Although she was cold, she was a very good person.

But now, she inexplicably began to consider those words.

She wondered what kind of person Che Gulai truly was.

Shen Sijin tried desperately to figure it out, but realized with stark clarity that she didn’t understand Che Gulai at all. Her understanding of Che Gulai mostly came from the superficial descriptions in the book.

She simply assumed that Che Gulai, like herself, had a miserable childhood, but was inherently strong and cold-natured.

Many times, it seemed like she approached Che Gulai with enthusiasm, while Che Gulai was cold and reserved, not very close to her, and refused her hugs. Despite being lovers, they lacked any of the intimacy of a couple.

Che Gulai didn’t even pay attention to her preferences.

Shen Sijin thought Che Gulai was simply cold-natured, but was that really the case?

She didn’t dare to think more deeply.

Past details resurfaced like a receding tide, bringing countless cold sand grains and pebbles into view.

Shen Sijin was naturally pure, but not stupid. She was just afraid to believe her own speculation.

Che Gulai was too cold, like towering ice. Shen Sijin was afraid to touch her.

The fact that Che Gulai had successfully taken revenge on everyone who had humiliated her showed her intense desire for retribution.

And the original owner was no angel. Shen Sijin knew clearly how she had treated Che Gulai.

If even the male lead and second male lead were ruined by her, could the original owner, a vicious female supporting character, truly escape her revenge? Especially since Shen Sijin had fallen in love with her and they were dating.

Shen Sijin’s emotions had blinded her before. Now, reflecting on it, their relationship was fundamentally unequal. The relationship between Che Gulai and the original owner was a twisted, damp gutter. Could it truly become a calm, warm lake as she had hoped?

Too many malicious grudges stood between the original owner and Che Gulai. What right did she, an interloper, have to assume she could easily eliminate all of it?

In other words, would someone truly fall in love with their abuser?

It was as if a bucket of icy water was poured over her innocent, naive beliefs, brutally extinguishing her beautiful, hazy feelings, pulling her from her fantasy back to reality, leaving only a shivering coldness.

Shen Sijin finally, belatedly, perceived the entanglement behind all of this.

She had been too naive.

However, Che Gulai’s kindness to her before felt real, a benevolence Shen Sijin rarely experienced.

It was this reality that caused her pain.

She didn’t know what their relationship was now. She cruelly realized that Che Gulai might not love her, yet Che Gulai’s kindness toward her was deeply embedded in her memory.

What exactly were Che Gulai’s feelings for her?

She really wanted to know.

She used to believe Che Gulai loved her, but now she wasn’t sure.

Shen Sijin truly didn’t know how to describe her love for Che Gulai.

She didn’t understand, and she didn’t dare to ask Che Gulai.

Trapped in the invisible fog, Shen Sijin had been listless for the past few days. Bai Mingyu was heartbroken to see her like this and kept asking what was wrong.

Shen Sijin didn’t want to tell her. It was too complicated. She couldn’t even figure it out herself.

She had an exam coming up in a few days. Shen Sijin decided to focus on that for now.

The library was crowded. Shen Sijin finally managed to find an empty seat. A girl suddenly walked up to the seat opposite her.

Shen Sijin looked up. It was Sang He.

Sang He had seen her earlier. Seeing the empty seat, she quickly came over.

“Could you save this seat for me?” Sang He was wearing a mask and a hat and spoke softly. “I need to go to the restroom.”

Shen Sijin’s impression of Sang He was complicated, but she felt awkward refusing someone, especially since Sang He hadn’t done anything to her.

She nodded.

Sang He smiled. “Thank you.”

She returned quickly from the restroom and sat across from Shen Sijin.

Although Sang He had many appearances, she never let her acting career interfere with her studies.

The two of them worked in comfortable silence, focusing on their respective tasks.

Midway, Shen Sijin went to get water. Seeing Sang He’s cup was empty, she kindly asked if she needed water.

Sang He quickly nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

A few hours passed quickly. When both felt they had studied enough, they left the library.

Shen Sijin was about to head to the dorm when Sang He caught up to her. “Wait up.”

Sang He patted her shoulder. “It’s late. Let’s grab a meal together.”

Shen Sijin didn’t think they were close enough to eat together, not to mention Sang He’s relationship with Che Gulai. Shen Sijin always felt strange around her.

She instinctively refused. “I have something else to do…”

Sang He knew what she was going to say and sighed. “Don’t refuse me, Senior. You just got me water. It’s only fair I buy you a meal. Don’t worry, I have money.”

Shen Sijin always felt awkward with enthusiastic people. She tried to resist a little more.

“Maybe another time.”

“Do you dislike me?” Sang He tilted her head.

It wasn’t dislike. At most, it was a little jealousy—jealousy of her relationship with Che Gulai.

This was natural. She liked Che Gulai. Even if that liking was slowly becoming twisted and changing, the core feeling was still love.

Love always came with negative emotions.

Shen Sijin felt that Sang He was a very nice person, and refusing her would make her seem petty. She quickly shook her head. “I don’t feel that way.”

Sang He thought her head-shaking motion was very cute, like a fluffy teddy bear. She couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s good then. Come on, let’s go eat.”

Shen Sijin couldn’t refuse and had to agree.

“Your hand is injured. Let me carry your books.” Sang He moved to take the books.

Shen Sijin felt awkward troubling others. “It’s alright, Senior. I can carry them myself.”

“It’s just a few books, no big deal.” Sang He forcefully took the books from her.

Shen Sijin’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“What do you want to eat, Sijin?” Sang He asked when they entered the cafeteria.

Shen Sijin was surprised. “Senior, you know my name?”

“Of course. You’re Sister Gulai’s only friend. How could I not know?” Sang He found a table and put the books down.

Only friend?

Just a friend?

Che Gulai still hadn’t told anyone their true relationship.

Shen Sijin was downcast for a moment, but Sang He quickly pulled her to go buy food.

The two bought their food and sat down at the table.

Not many people ate at the cafeteria at this time. Otherwise, Sang He wouldn’t have come. She liked to talk while eating and kept pulling Shen Sijin into conversation.

“How did you meet Sister Gulai?” Sang He asked curiously.

Shen Sijin ate slowly, getting stuck on the question. How should she answer?

Should she talk about the original owner’s meeting with her, or her meeting with Che Gulai after transmigrating?

Neither seemed appropriate.

“We just… met,” Shen Sijin had little appetite, poking at her rice with her chopsticks.

“I see. It’s a secret then,” Sang He said, smiling.

“What about you, Senior?”

“Me?” Sang He was still smiling, but her eyes held a hint of sadness. “I was the one who proactively sought her out to create opportunities to meet her.”

Shen Sijin asked without thinking. “Do you like her?”

Sang He paused. “What?”

Shen Sijin quickly tried to cover up, her face red with embarrassment. “No, I meant…”

Sang He covered her mouth, unable to stop herself from laughing. “Why would you think that? Do I look like I like women?”

Shen Sijin honestly shook her head.

Sang He’s eyes were smiling. “Our relationship is a bit complicated.”

How complicated?

Shen Sijin was curious but didn’t dare to ask. She just stared at her with clear, bright eyes.

Sang He couldn’t eat anymore, so she put down her chopsticks.

She had a good impression of Shen Sijin. She felt she could let down her guard around her. Since Shen Sijin had a good relationship with Ms. Che, it didn’t hurt to tell her these things.

Sang He once had an older sister. Their relationship was very close; her sister practically raised her.

But one year, her sister died in a plane crash. Sang He had wanted to die with her sister for a time.

Then, she saw a picture of Che Gulai on her phone. Her demeanor and eyes were strikingly similar to her sister’s.

Sang He missed her sister terribly, so she went to Che Gulai’s company.

Her intention was simple: she just wanted to use Che Gulai’s face to ease her longing for her sister.

But unexpectedly, Che Gulai’s face was also somewhat similar to her deceased best friend.

The two were using each other for their own needs. Sang He used Che Gulai to create the illusion that her sister was still with her. Che Gulai used Sang He to alleviate the guilt she hadn’t had time to make up to her deceased friend.

Both knew this, but neither exposed the other, maintaining this strange relationship in a bizarre way.

“Surprising, isn’t it? Our relationship is so strange,” Sang He said.

Shen Sijin was truly shocked. She nodded.

“Is Sister Gulai’s friend very important to her?” Shen Sijin asked tentatively.

“Very important. She was Sister Gulai’s only friend before you came along. That person held a unique significance for Sister Gulai.” Sang He thought for a moment, touching her own face. “I guess because of her early death, Sister Gulai always feels very pained. Sometimes she stares at my face and drifts off. She’s probably thinking of her.”

Shen Sijin felt a wave of sadness.

Che Gulai seemed to have never felt sad for her.

“Is her name Qin Anmu?” Shen Sijin whispered.

Sang He said, “Yes. You even know that name. It seems you’re quite important to Sister Gulai too.”

Shen Sijin smiled, not correcting her.

Sang He noticed something. She leaned closer, touching her bracelet. “This bracelet—”

“What about it?”

“Didn’t Sister Gulai prepare this for Qin Anmu?” Sang He murmured subconsciously.

She thought she spoke very softly, but Shen Sijin heard her. She thought she misheard and suddenly grabbed Sang He’s wrist, asking urgently, “What did you say? What do you mean ‘prepared for Qin Anmu’?!”

Sang He realized she might have said too much. “Nothing, I was just talking nonsense.”

“Senior.” Shen Sijin desperately tried to stay calm. Her heart was pounding. “Tell me, please. Please tell me.”

Sang He looked at her eyes.

They were moist and shattered.