Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

The two people inside and outside the door, separated by a few steps, suddenly stared at each other, both frozen in place.

Shen Que's stunned expression clearly showed that he hadn't expected to see Chen Su squatting on the ground, hugging a cat and crying like a baby in his own home at this time.

Chen Su was shocked because she saw Shen Que's current appearance.

His face was covered in fresh bruises and abrasions, his mouth was cracked and bleeding, and his cheekbones were red and swollen.

Even his bare arms and forearms, exposed outside his short sleeves, were covered in bruises, and he was even slightly unsteady on his feet.

He exuded a strong sense of exhaustion and...weakness.

The air seemed to freeze.

Chen Su even forgot that she was still crying, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes. She hurriedly put down Xiao Ju in her arms, rushed to Shen Que, looked up, and anxiously looked at the injury on his face.

Her voice still trembled with sobs and was filled with deep worry:

"Shen Que...you, how did you get your injury?"

Shen Que snapped out of his daze, the momentary surprise on his face quickly replaced by a familiar coldness.

He turned his head away, avoiding her concerned gaze, but his tone carried an undisguised weakness: "What's it to you?"

He tried to walk around her and go inside, but the movement aggravated his wound, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing him like this, Chen Su felt both anxious and heartbroken, and subconsciously choked up as she asked, "You went to get into a fight again, didn't you?"

These words seemed to instantly touch Shen Que's sore spot.

He whirled around, his eyes fixed sharply on her, a self-deprecating and menacing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't you know what kind of person I am? Fighting, skipping class, isn't that just everyday stuff for me?"

"Since good students know this, they should fucking stay away from me!"

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat at the sharpness in his words, and she instantly realized that she had said the wrong thing.

That's not what she meant; she was just worried about him.

She shook her head frantically, tears welling up again: "Shen Que, I'm sorry... I didn't..."

Shen Que chuckled, no longer looking at her, and glanced casually at the clock on the wall, his tone impatient:

"Mind your own business and get lost."

With tears streaming down her face, Chen Su stubbornly shook her head: "I won't leave."

Shen Que glanced at her, his gaze as if he were looking at an unreasonable child.

He didn't say anything more, turned around and wanted to go upstairs, his meaning was very clear.

Stay where you like.

However, as soon as he took a step, Chen Su clearly saw his left leg suddenly buckle, his body sway, and he only managed to steady himself by holding onto the stair railing.

He was more seriously injured than she had imagined.

Chen Su's heart leaped into her throat. Forgetting everything else, she rushed forward and hugged him tightly from behind, burying her face in his back, which reeked of blood and a faint mint scent, and burst into tears, her voice broken.

"Waaah...don't go...Shen Que..."

Shen Que's body stiffened. He tried to pry her hands off his waist, but they were holding on very tightly, as if she had used all her strength. Accompanied by her heartbroken cries, he was unable to break free for a moment.

"Release!" he hissed, his voice choked with suppressed gasps from the pain in his wound.

In response, Chen Su hugged him even tighter and shed even more torrents of tears. Soon, the back of his shirt was soaked with warm tears.

The cries echoed through the empty villa, a mixture of helplessness and despair.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but perhaps he was disturbed by the crying, or perhaps the physical pain made him lose the strength to continue fighting.

Shen Que's tense body finally relaxed slightly.

He sighed deeply, with utter helplessness, and then slowly turned around.

He didn't push her away. Instead, he raised his hand, which wasn't seriously injured, and awkwardly but gently patted her back, his tone carrying a sense of resignation and weariness:

"Don't cry..."

His voice was low and hoarse as he glanced out the window at the bright sunshine.

She reminded him, "If you don't come home at this hour, your grandma will worry about you."

Chen Su shook her head vigorously in his arms, sobbing, "Grandma...Grandma has something to do today, she's not home..."

Shen Que paused for a moment, looking at her red and swollen eyes and tear-streaked face, and asked, "Then what do you want?"

"Go to the hospital!"

Chen Su raised her head, wiped away her tears, and spoke resolutely.

"I'm not going."

He refused decisively.

Chen Su's eyes instantly reddened again, her eyes brimming with tears. She bit her lower lip, and it looked like her tears were about to burst forth again.

Shen Que added, his tone carrying a subtle hint of concession:

"...There is a first-aid kit at home."

"Then I'll bandage you up."

Chen Su immediately responded, her eyes stubborn.

Shen Que looked at her uncompromising expression, stared at her for a few seconds, and finally gave in, nodding very slightly and squeezing out a single word:

"……OK."

Chen Su then released him and quickly went to the storage room to find the first-aid kit.

When she returned to the living room with the box, Shen Que was already sitting on the sofa, his eyes half-closed, his face pale, and even his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He was indeed badly injured. The wounds were crisscrossed, some were fresh lacerations, and some were old bruises that had not yet faded. New wounds were layered on top of old wounds, which was shocking to see.

Chen Su forced herself to suppress her heartache and carefully used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to clean his wound bit by bit.

She moved very gently, afraid of hurting him.

However, looking at those hideous scars and thinking about the violence he might have experienced, tears still involuntarily streamed down his face again, one drop, two drops, warmly landing on Shen Que's scarred hand.

Shen Que opened his eyes, looked at her, and frowned: "What is it now?"

Chen Su raised her tear-filled eyes and stubbornly asked the same question again, her voice trembling with sobs, yet unusually clear:

"Shen Que, how did you get this injury?"

Shen Que met her gaze, his dark eyes swirling with emotions, but ultimately returning to silence.

He closed his eyes again, turned his head to the other side, and refused to answer with silence.

Seeing his stubbornness, Chen Su felt anxious, pained, and deeply helpless.

She lowered her head, stopped what she was doing, and said, her voice not loud, but with a resolute determination, word by word:

"If you don't tell me... then I'll never come looking for you again."

She paused, then emphasized her words, as if making a vow to him, or perhaps admonishing herself:

"No matter what you do... I won't care about you anymore."

Shen Que's body stiffened slightly, but he still didn't move or open his eyes, as if he were asleep or as if he hadn't heard anything at all.

Seeing his reaction, Chen Su nodded and stopped talking. She silently and meticulously cleaned, applied medicine, and bandaged his wounds.

Throughout the entire process, there was no further communication between the two; the only sounds were the slight clinking of medical supplies and their breathing.

After the bandage was applied, Shen Que remained in that position, motionless.

Chen Su silently packed up the first-aid kit and stood up.

She walked to the other end of the sofa, gently touched Little Orange, who was curled up there and sleeping soundly, and whispered:

"Little Orange, Mommy's leaving."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the gate.

Every step felt like walking on cotton, or as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Her hand slowly reached for the cold metal doorknob.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch it—

Behind me came a very low, almost inaudible call, carrying a sense of struggle.

Shen Que's Adam's apple bobbed.

"...Chen Su."