So I Can’t Be the White Moonlight Anymore

Chi Qian finds herself transported into a novel, becoming the ‘white moonlight’ of the disabled villain, Shi Jinlan, destined to die tragically. She must meet Shi Jinlan, fall in love, and contribute to the few explicit scenes in the original text, ultimately dying to trigger Shi Jinlan’s descent into darkness.

Chi Qian: I understand the plot, but… can I skip the explicit scenes?

System: Sorry, dear, that’s the most crucial part of winning Shi Jinlan over.

Shi Jinlan, struggling in her nightmares, drenched in seawater, clings to Chi Qian, her breath hot against Chi Qian’s ear, stirring her heart. Chi Qian thinks: Maybe it’s not so bad.

Shi Jinlan, cold and indifferent, believes she will be abandoned if she is no longer useful. Yet, in her darkest moments, someone takes her in, caring for her daily needs, massaging her legs, and even selling a family heirloom to treat her disability. This fool gains nothing in return.

Shi Jinlan dislikes fools and only wants to use her—recover her health and reclaim her power. But when assassins come again, and Chi Qian disguises herself as Shi Jinlan, Shi Jinlan feels a sudden panic.

This fool, wearing her clothes, smiles and lets go of her hand, jumping off a cliff. Before dying, she leaves a message: ‘Don’t love me, I’m free now.’

That night, Shi Jinlan goes mad. Seeing Chi Qian’s smiling face as she jumps, her eyes turn red, and the pain far exceeds the script’s design.

The one who claimed to love her was fake, but the one who only wanted to use her fell in love.

The ‘white moonlight’ dies for love, Shi Jinlan turns dark overnight, and her revenge nearly destroys the world, beyond the system’s control.

Chi Qian, having completed her mission, travels the world with her points, watching the drama unfold with her colleagues. But she never expects the system to send her back to Shi Jinlan to prevent world destruction.

That day, Shi Jinlan captures Chi Qian, gripping her neck tightly, her eyes blood-red. Pressing her head against Chi Qian’s, she hoarsely asks, over and over, day after day: ‘Ah Qian, do you love me or not?’

Heartless, carefree little sunshine X brooding, disabled beauty.