After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 3

Shen Sijin went to the pharmacy outside to buy medicine. On her way back, her heart was constantly trembling with unease, as if someone was following her. She turned her head, but there was nothing there. Something came to her mind, and her face went pale, the color draining completely from her lips.

Impossible.

This is a new world; she wouldn’t be here.

She quickened her steps and rushed home, shutting the door quickly as if to fend off a thief. Then she covered her chest, panting heavily, her face showing an expression of terrified panic.

After a long time, she returned to normal and brought the medicine upstairs to the room.

She tentatively knocked on the door. When there was no answer, she slowly opened it. Looking up, her eyes met Che Gulai’s cold, dark gaze.

“I bought you some medicine,” Shen Sijin broke the silence first, placing the medicine bag on the table. “Your injuries are quite serious, don’t let them get infected. Let me help you apply the medicine.”

Che Gulai said nothing, only staring at her with cold eyes, using her gaze to express her indifference.

Her eyes were simply too cold, as if soaked in a whole night of late autumn frost, without a trace of warmth—only outright disgust and apathy, as if the person before her were an unforgivable piece of trash.

Shen Sijin was too familiar with that look.

Cold and disgusted.

It was the kind of look she had seen since childhood.

Perhaps having seen it so many times, she felt little sadness. It was more like she had grown used to it and therefore didn’t care.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” Shen Sijin opened the cap of the povidone-iodine bottle, her long, thick lashes lowered. Her voice was very soft, like cotton soaked in water, carrying a moist, heavy softness. “I don’t really like it.”

Che Gulai was so annoyed she felt like laughing, unable to figure out what kind of transformation this madwoman was undergoing.

Who cared if she liked it or not? Who was the cause of all these injuries on her body?

“Get out.” Che Gulai really didn’t want to see her and coldly ordered her away.

Shen Sijin automatically ignored the command and dabbed a cotton swab with povidone-iodine. “Let’s apply the medicine first.”

“No need.” Che Gulai was expressionless. “You go out.”

“Don’t be like this,” Shen Sijin whispered softly, as if incapable of getting angry. “The wounds need to be disinfected.”

Che Gulai leaned against the headboard, tilted her head slightly, and her tone was cold and mocking. “What are you pretending to be a good person for? Aren’t you the one who most hoped for my misery? You probably wished I’d die in that car accident. And now you’ve brought me here, isn’t it just to torment me?”

“What is this all about now?”

The hand holding the cotton swab was a little sore. Shen Sijin bit her lip at the question and said, “The past is the past. That was my fault. Now I want to make amends. I will treat you well and won’t let you get hurt again.”

“Bringing you here, I don’t want to torment you. I want to take care of you.”

Her face was sweet and pure, her round almond eyes innocent and simple, moist like a newborn puppy’s, completely guileless.

Her figure was slender and frail. Perhaps because she had been out in the wind, her face was very pale, and her lips had no color. Her voice was light and soft, completely different from her previous frantic and crazy demeanor. In short, the person standing before her was the image of a weak and harmless little white flower.

Che Gulai even suspected she had multiple personality disorder.

“Are you mentally ill?” Che Gulai frowned, genuinely asking her.

Shen Sijin was a bit unhappy. She absolutely hated it when people called her mentally ill, yet this beautiful woman in front of her had said it twice.

“This is the second time you’ve said I’m sick,” Shen Sijin said, pouting, as she self-servingly applied the medicine to Che Gulai’s arm, regardless of whether she consented or not.

“If you say it one more time, I might get angry.”

Che Gulai: “…”

What a childish thing to say.

This woman is truly sick, isn’t she?

Che Gulai didn’t say the last sentence out loud because her arm hurt terribly. There were many broken-skin wounds on her arm, likely scraped raw from contacting the rough ground during the car accident. Because they had never been treated, some were already festering.

Fortunately, there were no extremely serious wounds on her body, just superficial injuries.

She carefully applied the medicine to Che Gulai.

Che Gulai remained impassive, looking down at Shen Sijin, who was meticulously applying the medicine. The reason she hadn’t pushed her away was that she wanted to see how far Shen Sijin would go.

This woman was crazy, constantly finding fault with her because of a man, trying to kill her at every turn.

She’s absolutely insane.

In Che Gulai’s eyes, Shen Sijin was just as repulsive as those men—neurotic, selfish, and self-serving, all of them a bunch of smelly, rotten bugs.

Many times, Che Gulai had secretly sworn that if she ever got the chance, she would humiliate Shen Sijin in a much more terrible way.

Although she didn’t know what kind of madness caused this woman to suddenly change and attempt to apologize and redeem herself, Che Gulai only found it fake.

So fake that it was even more annoying.

She didn’t want to see Shen Sijin.

But she didn’t dare to leave easily. Her body was heavily injured, her legs were so hurt from the car crash that she couldn’t walk, she was in a strange small town, and she had no means of communication. The danger of being alone was too great. Most importantly, she had to avoid the lunatic Zhou Zi. If Zhou Zi found her, there would be a lot of trouble.

She had gone to her hometown precisely because she wanted to avoid Zhou Zi, but she hadn’t expected to get into a car accident and then be taken back by Shen Sijin.

Bad luck.

Although she didn’t know why Shen Sijin had suddenly changed her attitude, she was temporarily safe now. Her injuries weren’t life-threatening, but she couldn’t move around recklessly.

She could only slowly recover here and then make plans later.

She closed her eyes, no longer looking at Shen Sijin.

The surroundings became quiet, with only their breathing and the sound of medicine being opened.

Shen Sijin’s movements were very gentle. Afraid of hurting her, she could only apply the medicine little by little.

After finally finishing the wounds on her arms, it was time for her legs.

“Can you roll up your pant leg?”

Che Gulai opened her eyes and looked at her coldly.

Shen Sijin spoke innocently, “I want to put medicine on your leg.”

She’s actually serious about putting medicine on me?

Che Gulai was a little incredulous.

But she still didn’t believe that Shen Sijin would truly repent; she only thought she had found a new way to mess with her.

After all, how could a madwoman admit she was wrong?

Che Gulai valued her life and knew her injuries were serious. There was no reason to refuse the free medication service, so she temporarily set aside her inner doubts.

The pant leg was rolled up, revealing a white, slender calf.

The calf was covered in bruises and wounds. Shen Sijin half-crouched at the edge of the bed, her eyes lowered, meticulously applying the medicine.

Her attitude was earnest, her movements gentle, without a hint of perfunctoriness. Che Gulai watched her delicate profile, her eyes utterly cold, completely untouched by warmth.

“Get out when you’re done.” Che Gulai started shooing her away when she saw that she was nearly finished applying the medicine.

Shen Sijin spoke slowly and said softly, “But… you haven’t put medicine on your forehead yet?”

“I don’t need you to worry about it.” Che Gulai frowned slightly, clearly impatient, her tone very cold. “You’ve played the good person long enough. Now, get out.”

Her kind intentions were misunderstood, which made Shen Sijin sad. However, she could also understand Che Gulai’s guardedness. After all, the original owner had been truly vicious; it was no wonder she was so wary. Thinking this way, Shen Sijin patched up her slightly wounded heart.

“Then I’ll apply the medicine for you later.” After saying this, her throat became dry and itchy. She was probably exposed to the wind. She covered her mouth and coughed heavily, until her eyes were watery and red and her back was hunched over.

She frantically grabbed the table, trying to steady herself.

Che Gulai watched her coolly.

She secretly wished she would just cough to death.

The coughing fit was too severe and wouldn’t stop. Shen Sijin struggled to get a few words out.

“You sleep here for now… cough, cough…” Her eyes were tearing up from the coughing. “I’ll go sleep in the other room… cough… Call me if you need anything—cough, cough.”

After finally calming down a bit, she covered her mouth, not wanting to infect anyone else. She quickly gathered the medicine and hurried out of the room.

With the person finally gone, Che Gulai felt much more at peace.

Shen Sijin went to the room next door, gulped down a glass of water, and coughed a few more times. Her chest ached from the coughing, and it took several minutes before she felt much better.

This body was simply too weak.

Shen Sijin lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She wondered if Che Gulai’s impression of her had improved even slightly, but she quickly dismissed the possibility.

Che Gulai’s eyes were still icy cold, looking at her as if she were a roadside stone.

She let her thoughts wander, here and there, and eventually fell asleep.

Shen Sijin had a dream.

The dream was chaotic. Sometimes it was a sewn-up doll by the bed, or a flash of withered flowers, and finally, a woman’s face.

A bloody, broken woman’s face, staring intently in a certain direction.

Shen Sijin woke up with a start, tears flowing uncontrollably. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she gasped for air.

She quickly got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, throwing up violently into the toilet. But she hadn’t eaten much, so only a little acidic water came out.

Shen Sijin clutched her head, breathing rapidly, her eyes wet and bloodshot.

Why did that woman appear in her dreams again?

She was clearly in another world, had become another person, so why was she still appearing?

Why?

She held her head.

What is all this?

Why won’t that woman leave her alone?

A sharp ringing suddenly erupted in her ears. Countless wailing female voices piled up around her, like the frantic howling of leaves on a stormy night—dense, incessant, and piercingly sharp, like a long, skipping film, cutting into her ears like knives.

“Your birth ruined me!”

“You killed your father!”

“You killed me!”

“Why are you still alive?!”

Two streams of tears ran down her face in the dark, damp room. Shen Sijin covered her ears, curled up her body, desperately trying to escape the piercing ringing.

But the ringing wouldn’t stop, screaming wildly in her ears.

Ten minutes passed, and the ringing slowly subsided. Shen Sijin’s face was ashen white.

She walked in a daze to the window. As if a premonition, she looked out and saw a figure beneath the tree outside.

It was a woman, with long hair.

Shen Sijin’s lips instantly turned pale. She crouched down, her lips trembling pathologically.

It’s that woman again.

She had naively believed that by transmigrating into this novel, that person wouldn’t follow her, and those voices wouldn’t appear in her ears anymore.

But the things that brought her pain and fear were still following her like a shadow.

Shen Sijin frantically clutched her hair, her eyes wide with terror and unfocused, her expression already a state of madness unlike a normal person’s.

She was despairing.

These nightmares just wouldn’t go away.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why can’t I escape?

Shen Sijin bit her fingernails, cold sweat streaming down her forehead, her eyes darting around helplessly.

She could still feel that person was near her, following her at all times.

And the mere thought that this person was still nearby made Shen Sijin feel so miserable she could barely live.

She almost wanted to die immediately.

Note: The ‘mentally ill’ mentioned in the blurb is genuine mental illness, a psychological one.

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