After The Cannon Fodder Died, She Became The Female Lead’s White Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 35.1

Since hastily leaving the hospital that day, Che Gulai hadn’t gone back to visit Shen Sijin.

She simply couldn’t figure out why Shen Sijin knew about the glass flowers. She was absolutely certain she hadn’t let it slip, and everyone else who knew about it was dead.

How did she know?

Che Gulai’s mind was in turmoil. Many thoughts piled up in her head, as if something was about to tear open, but then hid itself again.

Behind this inexpressible confusion, Che Gulai strangely avoided seeing Shen Sijin. It was an avoidance she didn’t even realize herself.

But she desperately wanted the answer. She urgently wanted Shen Sijin to tell her.

This pressing urgency compelled her to return to the hospital.

Just as she was about to enter the main gate, she saw a body fall heavily right in front of her from a distance. It fell clumsily to the ground, landing with a dull, heavy thud.

Che Gulai’s pupils contracted sharply. She instinctively took a few steps back. The mangled body turned its head slightly, revealing a pair of lifeless, vacant eyes.

They were staring directly at Che Gulai.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Che Gulai’s heart pounded furiously, threatening to leap out of her throat.

Why do those eyes look so much like Shen Sijin’s?

It can’t be.

Shouldn’t she be resting in her ward right now?

Che Gulai’s teeth were chattering. Her mind was blank. Her face was devoid of expression. She slowly walked closer to the body.

The closer she got, the clearer the face became.

Finally, she saw it clearly.

It was distinctly Shen Sijin’s face!

Che Gulai didn’t know how she got to Shen Sijin’s side. Every step she took felt like she was treading on the tips of knives.

She knelt down, her fingers trembling violently. She brushed the hair away from Shen Sijin’s face, revealing a pale, shattered visage.

For a very, very long time, Che Gulai couldn’t hear any sound. The entire world was desolate and dead, like a giant tomb.

She wanted to use her palms to futilely stop the incessant bleeding from Shen Sijin’s head. She also tried to wipe the blood from her lips, but the blood couldn’t be cleaned away, staining Shen Sijin’s bloody, bruised face in a pathetic and miserable way.

“Shen Sijin, wake up!”

“I didn’t want you to die. I never wanted you to die!”

“Why did you just die like this!”

“Shen Sijin!”

Che Gulai didn’t know what was wrong with her. She was simply in a state of extreme panic. Her mind couldn’t think. All her emotions were consumed by Shen Sijin at this moment.

She hated Shen Sijin, but she never wanted her to die.

She had never thought Shen Sijin would die.

Why did she die?

Che Gulai had lost her usual composure. Her fingers frantically wiped the blood from Shen Sijin’s face. She spoke incoherently. “Shen Sijin, wake up! I won’t lock you in the psychiatric hospital anymore. Wake up!”

But the person who should have responded had her eyes tightly shut and couldn’t say anything.

She would never open her eyes again.

Che Gulai’s heart had never been so sorrowful. She knelt on the ground, pressing her head against Shen Sijin’s cold chest, desperately hoping for a heartbeat.

But there was none. Nothing at all.

Che Gulai didn’t understand. This person was breathing just a few days ago. Why, in the blink of an eye, had she become an empty, icy corpse?

Che Gulai clutched her heart. She desperately wanted to know what this suffocating emotion surging within her was.

Why was her heart hollow?

What was this overwhelming, suffocating emotion in her heart?

The earth was desolate. The sound of cicadas was deafening.

Shen Sijin was buried in a summer night, never to grow older.

Shen Sijin’s funeral arrangements were handled by Che Gulai. When Bai Mingyu heard the news, she rushed to the memorial hall and landed a fierce punch on Che Gulai. She grabbed Che Gulai’s collar, acting hysterically. “Che Gulai! Why are you always haunting her! You killed Xiao Jin. Are you happy now?!”

Che Gulai’s expression was icy. Her cheek was swollen where she’d been struck. She indifferently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said nothing.

Bai Mingyu tried to punch her again, but Bai Yu restrained her.

“I was one step away—Che Gulai, just one step, and I would have found Xiao Jin!” Bai Mingyu’s eyes were moist. “If you had told me where Xiao Jin was earlier, she wouldn’t have died! Why didn’t you tell me!”

Che Gulai wouldn’t tell her that it was Shen Sijin’s request. Looking back, all the things Shen Sijin said that day were probably her last wishes.

Shen Sijin had never planned on living.

Bai Mingyu cried hysterically. “Why didn’t you tell me? If I had been more capable, if I had found out where Xiao Jin was sooner, she wouldn’t have died…”

Che Gulai remained silent.

Bai Mingyu suddenly stood up and wiped her tears. “I’m taking Xiao Jin back. She always said she loved the sea. I’m going to bury her by the sea.”

“You can’t,” Che Gulai said coldly.

Bai Mingyu glared at her. “Give me a reason.”

Che Gulai didn’t have a reason. She just didn’t want anyone else to touch Shen Sijin’s body.

“I will handle her funeral arrangements.”

“By what right!” Bai Mingyu shouted. Bai Yu pulled his hysterical sister away.

“You hated Xiao Jin the most! Who are you putting on a show for now! Xiao Jin surely wouldn’t want to be associated with you even after death. Give Xiao Jin back to me!”

Che Gulai’s eyes were dark and cold. She signaled the security guards to come in.

“Bai Yu, take your sister home.”

Bai Yu was also troubled. On one side was his business partner and friend. On the other was his sister. They were tearing each other apart over a woman.

Shen Sijin was nothing more than a gloomy lunatic. What kind of charm did she possess?

The security guards came in, ready to pull Bai Mingyu away.

Bai Yu sighed, pulling Bai Mingyu with him. “Mingyu, let’s go.”

“No, Brother, I want to take Xiao Jin back—” Bai Mingyu struggled as she was pulled away. “Brother, why are you helping her? I’m your sister! Why won’t you help me!”

Why?

Perhaps it was because he had never seen Che Gulai look so deeply sorrowful. In just a few days, she had become noticeably thinner, like an owner who had lost her most important treasure and was consumed by grief.

Shen Sijin seemed to have been very important to her.

What does loss feel like?

Che Gulai didn’t know.

When her parents died as a child, she didn’t feel much sadness. Her emotions were naturally detached. She didn’t feel much about separation and death.

But now, she felt like she had lost something.

It was like a piece of her heart had cracked.

Shen Sijin’s funeral was simple. She had no family, so no one came to mourn. Che Gulai knew she was shy and didn’t like crowds. So she buried her quietly, scattering her ashes into the sea.

She died unknown, and her burial was just as silent and peaceful.

Silent death, quiet burial.

The moment the ashes drifted away on the wind into the blue ocean, Che Gulai knew that Shen Sijin was truly gone from this world.

This strange yet innocent girl had died in the midsummer of her twenty-second year.

The people who had humiliated her were all gone in the end.

Zhou Zi, Chen Youfan.

And finally, Shen Sijin.

Should she be happy?

Logically, she should be happy. Her enemy was dead.

But Che Gulai couldn’t feel happy at all.

Shen Sijin’s death was insignificant. The death of an unimportant person. Che Gulai convinced herself it had nothing to do with her.

She had handled Shen Sijin’s funeral. She had done her due diligence.

From now on, the woman who once brought her pain, Shen Sijin, was no longer in her life.

After Shen Sijin’s death, Che Gulai lived as usual. Her behavior seemed unchanged.

There was no need for her to mourn an unimportant person until her own death.

She became colder than usual. Xiao Xu observed that since Shen Sijin’s death, Che Gulai had become increasingly icy, spending all her time working.

She barely took a break.

Xiao Xu couldn’t help but wonder, Did Ms. Che care about Shen Sijin or not?

If she cared, why was there no sign of sadness?

But if she didn’t care, why did her eyes always look distant whenever someone mentioned Shen Sijin’s name?

After working overtime, Che Gulai drove her car, intending to go home, but she unconsciously ended up at Shen Sijin’s apartment complex.

She wanted to leave, but her feet involuntarily walked toward the building.

Shen Sijin’s door had a key code. She had told her the code before. Che Gulai entered easily.

She went to Shen Sijin’s bedroom. It was clean and tidy. There was a wooden box on the desk. She opened it and looked inside.

Inside were all the small trinkets Che Gulai had casually given her—watches, hairpins, etc. Things Che Gulai had given without thought, but which Shen Sijin had kept.

She kept them as if they were precious objects, yet she had told Che Gulai to throw them away.

Che Gulai hesitated. She didn’t want to throw them away.

She closed the wooden box and walked to the desk. She saw a notebook with a butterfly specimen cover, neatly placed in a corner, hidden from view.

Che Gulai didn’t know why, but she picked up the notebook.

The inside was unremarkable. It contained various butterfly specimens with explanations. This was probably a hobby of Shen Sijin’s. The notebook seemed nothing special.

She casually flipped a few pages, intending to put it down, but her eyes caught something. Her pupils contracted sharply.

Every few pages of butterfly specimens, Shen Sijin had written something. They were just irregular, casual notes, written sparsely throughout the notebook.

[I don’t know who to tell, but I’m actually not the original Shen Sijin. Many people still think I’m the original Shen Sijin, but I’m not. I’m the Shen Sijin from another world.]

[I really want to tell them that I’m not the original Shen Sijin. Can they please not hate me? But no one will believe me. I’m so depressed.]

[I can’t let the female lead hate me, or she’ll send me to a psychiatric hospital.]

[The female lead is so fierce, but she’s a very good person.]

[Why does my heart pound whenever I see the female lead?]

[Oh God, I actually fell for the female lead. Am I a lesbian?]

[I’m dating Gulai. She accepted my confession. I’m super happy ^_^]

[Every day with Gulai is so happy. I really like her so much.]

[The male lead and second male lead are practically dead. The plot has collapsed.]

[Gulai probably doesn’t like me.]

[She really doesn’t like me. I was deceived.]

[She hates me, but I’m not the past Shen Sijin. I love her. She shouldn’t hate me.]

[Che Gulai, I hate you.]

That was the last sentence. Shen Sijin didn’t write anything after that.

Perhaps she lost the inclination to write.

Che Gulai looked at the words. Although she recognized every character, they combined to form an incomprehensible narrative.

The notebook dropped to the floor.

Che Gulai’s hand trembled. She stumbled back a few steps in panic.

Her heart pounded violently. A cold sweat broke out on her back. Che Gulai desperately tried to calm herself down.

Che Gulai was a smart woman. Once she calmed down, she understood the origin of the situation.

It was a very simple explanation.