After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 31.2

Che Gulai’s scheme had been discovered. Aside from a momentary, instinctive panic, she quickly regained her usual cold demeanor.

She was surprised that Shen Sijin had figured out her intentions, but she wasn’t interested in digging into the reasons why. Since things had reached this point, she wanted to see what else Shen Sijin had to say.

Shen Sijin saw no hint of panic in her reaction, which only confirmed that she was utterly insignificant to Che Gulai—so unimportant that she didn’t even qualify for Che Gulai’s anger.

Shen Sijin poured her a glass of water. Che Gulai didn’t take it, so Shen Sijin placed the glass on a nearby table.

Che Gulai suddenly spoke up, mocking her. “Weren’t you happy being with me?”

Shen Sijin shook her head. “Gulai, I liked you very much. Being with you was, in itself, pleasant. The unpleasantness… was my unrequited affection, the reality that you don’t love me. We didn’t love each other, so you would never be happy because of me. I was the only one who was ever smugly happy.”

She spoke slowly.

“But now, the joy that loving you brought me is very, very little. I’m constantly sad because of you. Sadness, like hunger, leaves me powerless.”

Che Gulai’s face remained expressionless. She was always so cold, making it impossible to see her true feelings.

Even Shen Sijin couldn’t see them.

Shen Sijin continued speaking for a long time. Che Gulai grew impatient and frowned. “Get to the point.”

Shen Sijin’s palms were sweating. Her heart was pounding, just like when she confessed her feelings to Che Gulai.

Only now, it was the end.

“Gulai, let’s break up.”

She was inherently gentle. Even in this situation, uttering these cruel words, her expression was mild, like a quiet lamb.

Shen Sijin heard herself finally say the words. It was like a heavy stone dropping—and her heart darkening.

She had cherished this relationship so deeply, and now she was the one severing it herself.

Weak as she was, the person who couldn’t refuse anyone was finally being decisive for once.

Che Gulai thought she misheard. Her voice dropped to freezing point. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“I know.”

Che Gulai still didn’t believe Shen Sijin.

What is this fool saying?

She wants to break up with me?

She’s gone mad.

Saying she doesn’t like me anymore and wants to break up.

What right does she think she has to decide the fate of this relationship? Fundamentally, Shen Sijin was the villain in this relationship, the one who needed to endure Che Gulai’s hidden malice.

There was never any genuine love between them to begin with, so there was no such thing as a “breakup.”

How dare she say that?

Che Gulai was consumed by anger. She was furious at Shen Sijin’s presumption.

By what right?

By what right did a filthy lunatic take it upon herself to leave her?

Didn’t she claim to love her? Yet now she wanted to break up. Such pretense.

In the end, Shen Sijin was just like those disgusting foster parents from her childhood—claiming to like her on the surface, but being wicked underneath.

Che Gulai could not accept this relationship being ended first by Shen Sijin, the lunatic.

Shen Sijin did not have the right!

She hadn’t yet dragged Shen Sijin into the depths of misery, hadn’t seen her collapse and go mad. Her plan hadn’t been fully carried out.

How could Shen Sijin leave!

She hadn’t completely destroyed Shen Sijin yet.

Che Gulai hadn’t been this angry in a long time.

Even when she was imprisoned by Zhou Zi or had her leg broken by Chen Youfan, she only felt a steady flow of hatred, not this current, overwhelming, unwarranted fury.

She didn’t know why she was angry.

Perhaps it was because her plan wasn’t fully executed and she hadn’t seen Shen Sijin’s utter defeat, or maybe it was like when she was a child, being effectively abandoned again.

The angrier Che Gulai became, the fiercer and more intense her hidden malice became, like a sudden downpour.

She walked toward Shen Sijin, her eyes cold as ice, saying every word distinctly. “Shen Sijin, there was never any love between us. What ‘breakup’ are you talking about?”

Shen Sijin looked at her, wordless.

Che Gulai’s reason was now overridden by rage. She spoke with the utmost malice.

“You’re right, I never loved you. I also lied to you many times. It was all deliberate.”

Shen Sijin likely realized what she was about to say. She wanted to preserve a final, good ending for their relationship. She shook her head painfully. “Don’t say it, Gulai.”

“Don’t say it.”

Her distress and pain only served as a catalyst for Che Gulai’s malice. Just as she had initially planned, she spoke the most venomous words, aiming to see Shen Sijin collapse and shatter.

“Do you know why I agreed to your confession?”

Shen Sijin didn’t want to know. She covered her ears, stumbling backward, speaking incoherently. “I don’t know… I don’t want to know. Gulai, don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it… Don’t tell me.”

Che Gulai strode forward, grabbing her wrist, her face cold to the point of being grotesque.

“Because I was playing with you. I wanted you to fall completely in love with me, and then I would brutally abandon you!”

Shen Sijin had considered many possible motives for Che Gulai, but never this one.

It was so cruel.

No wonder she had agreed to her confession so easily. She clearly wasn’t a lesbian, yet she engaged in a relationship with a woman.

All those deceptions—she had done it all on purpose, just to watch Shen Sijin foolishly get played.

What was she, then?

A clown putting on a show.

Shen Sijin felt a pain in her heart that made it hard to breathe, like someone slowly carving away at her heart with a dull knife, leaving behind a prolonged agony.

How could this be?

How could the truth be so devastating?

Why did she have to go through this? She had only loved one person.

It hurts.

It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts.

Shen Sijin’s eyes were bloodshot. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She was struggling to breathe, clutching her collar futilely, gasping for air.

A flicker of emotion crossed Che Gulai’s heart, but her mind was now consumed by endless malice and hatred.

“You… why?” Shen Sijin could barely speak. She grabbed Che Gulai’s clothes, her spine seeming to give out as she slowly squatted down.

“Why did you do this?” Shen Sijin sobbed.

Che Gulai looked down at her coldly. Then she pulled up the sleeve of her own arm and crouched down.

“This is the scar you left on my hand with sulfuric acid,” Che Gulai’s voice was like that of a cold robot. She grabbed Shen Sijin’s hair, forcing her pale, crying face into view.

“Shen Sijin, I truly hate you. I never liked you. I will never forget what you did in the past.”

Shen Sijin stared blankly at the ugly scar on Che Gulai’s wrist. Tears slipped down her cheek, wetting Che Gulai’s hand.

Che Gulai recoiled as if the tears had burned her and let go of her.

Shen Sijin felt as though her bones had been removed. She collapsed entirely to the floor.

She lowered her head, murmuring very softly, “But I’m not her.”

Shen Sijin had always believed she had long shed the shell of the original owner, that she was herself in this world.

But Che Gulai hated her.

She hated the original owner. Even the current her, who loved her, Che Gulai hated.

Who did she hate?

The original owner, or her?

Then who am I, exactly?

Am I alive or dead?

Shen Sijin’s head ached agonizingly, threatening to explode. She covered her head, shedding tears of pain.

Che Gulai looked at the crying Shen Sijin. She was crying so miserably, her slender back deeply hunched. She was so thin, she looked like a small, fragile ball.

This was the scene Che Gulai had envisioned many times: Shen Sijin learning the truth and being utterly devastated. At that moment, she only needed to mock her and watch the spectacle.

But now, she couldn’t smile.

Che Gulai’s current emotion was a horrifying, calm numbness. After the malice and anger faded, only an exhausted stillness remained. She felt no triumphant joy of successful revenge, nor did she feel any pity for Shen Sijin.

She felt nothing, like she was drowned in stagnant water.

The only sound in the quiet living room was Shen Sijin’s muffled sobbing.

After this, she and Shen Sijin would likely never cross paths again. They had exposed all their cards. Her dark side was fully revealed to Shen Sijin.

She hadn’t expected this day to come so quickly.

Shen Sijin had indeed collapsed as she expected. Everyone who had humiliated her had met the end she had envisioned.

Yet, Che Gulai wasn’t as thrilled as she had expected.

Shen Sijin stopped crying. She slowly stood up, but felt dizzy and nearly lost her balance, catching herself on the nearby table.

“Che Gulai.”

Her voice was incredibly hoarse, as if she had rolled through gravel, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Her gaze was vacant. “Are you happy now?”

Che Gulai was silent for a long moment. After a few seconds, she finally spoke.

“Yes, I’m happy.”

Shen Sijin covered her face, yet she laughed softly, and tears flowed again uncontrollably.

“You really are wicked, Che Gulai,” she said. Her mind was slightly unstable; she was both crying and laughing.

“And I actually fell in love with you.”

Che Gulai’s eyes were indifferent. She watched her silently.

Shen Sijin’s heart ached too much. She spoke as if to herself. “Che Gulai, I’m going to forget you.”

“Can you forget me?” Che Gulai didn’t know what was happening to her; she couldn’t stop the malicious words from leaving her mouth. “Don’t you love me the most?”

“I will forget you.”

“I will definitely forget you.”

She raised her wet, vacant eyes.

“I will learn to hate you, just like you.”