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

Three days.

Chen Su stayed at this ordinary hotel for another three days.

These three days were a rare, almost luxurious period of peace in Chen Su's memory.

Like a frightened bird, she briefly found an inconspicuous crevice in the rocks where she could curl up, lick her feathers, and stop thinking about the vastness of the sky and the potential predators.

She slept until she naturally woke up, took her medicine on time, ate simple home-cooked meals, bought a few clothes, and occasionally took a leisurely stroll in the nearby safe neighborhood, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves of the old sycamore trees and cast dappled shadows.

Observe this unfamiliar city and contemplate its future direction.

There were no phone calls, no inquiries, and no stares to deal with.

She even started planning that once she felt better, she would find a short-term rental and a part-time job that didn't require strict identity verification and was paid in cash, such as a coffee shop server or a bookstore clerk, and live a low-key life for a while.

She almost had the illusion that these ordinary yet free days could continue indefinitely.

On the evening of the third day, she had just returned from outside, carrying a bag of fruit, when she paused as she pushed open the door.

The lights in the room were on.

Lu Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the street below as the lights began to come on, his posture exuding leisure.

He was dressed in a well-tailored dark gray overcoat, looking not like an uninvited guest who had barged into someone's room, but like a person in power who had arrived at the conference room.

Outside the window, the hazy twilight of S City accentuated the cold, hard lines of his profile.

For a moment, the air was still.

Chen Su stood at the door, her fingers gripping the handle of the plastic bag so tightly it hurt.

She didn't scream, didn't run away, and wasn't even too surprised.

A sense of relief and weariness replaced all fear.

Lu Yu slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on her, calmly scanning her from head to toe, as if inspecting something he had lost and then regained.

Finally, his gaze settled on her face, and his voice, low and almost gentle, said, "Susu, it's time to go home."

Chen Su gently closed the door and placed the bag of fruit on the cabinet by the door.

She shook her head, her movements slow but firm.

Lu Yu looked at her, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch very slightly, not like a smile, but more like some kind of confirmation. "I missed you so much."

He said this in a very calm tone.

"Why?" Chen Su heard his own voice, dry and hoarse.

Why?

Why did you come?

Why can't we let her go?

Lu Yu then took a few steps closer, took one of her hands, and gently massaged her palm.

There are red marks on it from being squeezed by a plastic bag.

"Su Su".

He took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"I love you."

The three words he uttered carried a weight of authoritarianism.

"like?"

Chen Su's eyelashes trembled, and she felt as if her heart had been pricked by a thin needle, a sharp pain and a sense of absurdity rising within her.

"This isn't love, Lu Yuze." She raised her eyes, looking directly at him, tears silently welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall. "You don't understand love at all."

"That's control, that's taming, that's obsession. Love is respect, that's restraint, that's wanting the other person to be happy and free... It's not like treating a pet, defining its territory, putting a collar on it, monitoring its every move, and not allowing it the slightest possibility of escaping your grasp."

Tears finally slid down her cheeks, hot and burning.

Lu Yuze's expression gradually cooled as she spoke, the last trace of feigned gentleness in his eyes vanished, revealing his icy nature beneath.

He squinted slightly, his tall figure exuding an imposing pressure.

"Pets?" he repeated the word, his voice low and cold. "Pets know to recognize their owners and remain absolutely loyal. What about you, Susu?"

He leaned down slightly, getting closer to her, his warm breath almost brushing against her eyelashes, but his words were icy and chilling: "How many words of truth are spoken by you?"

Before she could answer, he straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the shabby room with undisguised contempt.

"Not going back? You think... you can decide that?"

He paused, then continued:

"I have countless ways to make you willingly go back. The simplest—"

He took out his phone and waved it in front of her.

"You can call the hotel management right now to report someone checking in with a forged ID. Or, notify the S City police that someone involved in an important business case who needs to assist in the investigation has allegedly used a false identity to flee to this place and is currently staying here."

"Do you think that 'Li Ling's' crudely made fake certificate, which can't withstand any in-depth verification, can last long? By then, you won't be facing me anymore, but the police's repeated questioning, the media's ever-present and intrusive cameras, and... your parents' and the entire social circle's overwhelming concern, searching, and questioning. The name Chen Su will be tied to you again in the most unbearable way."

Chen Su's breathing suddenly became rapid, her nails digging deeply into her palms, the pain keeping her conscious to the last shred of her mind.

She knew that if he said it, he would definitely do it.

With his abilities and methods, he could have had too many high-sounding reasons and ways to make her "find" or even "send back".

At that point, she will have nowhere to hide, becoming an even bigger joke and topic of conversation, and may even face legal risks.

However, she looked up, tears streaming down her face, her vision blurred, yet she stubbornly continued to gaze in his direction.

"Then you go and tell them."

Lu Yuze's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Her voice trembled violently, yet remained exceptionally clear: "Lu Yuze, even if I am taken away by the police, besieged by the media, and pointed at by everyone... even if I am sent back in such a wretched state, I will never... go back with you again."

She took a breath, her gaze piercing through tears and fear, looking straight into the depths of his unfathomable eyes.

"It was wrong of me to deceive you at the beginning and to approach you with ulterior motives. You can punish me however you want. Tell my parents the truth and have them kick me out, or publicly annul the engagement and make me a laughing stock, or even retaliate against me in some other way... I will accept any of it. I deserve it all."

"But I absolutely, absolutely never want to go back to that suffocating home where you control me, I don't want to live under your surveillance and meticulous questioning every day, I don't want to... stay by your side like a soulless appendage."

"Lu Yuze, if you keep pushing me..." Her tears were flowing even more fiercely, but her tone became strangely calmer.

"If you keep pushing me... as long as I'm alive, as long as I have a breath left, I will do everything I can to escape from you, time and time again. Until I can't escape anymore, or... the day I die."

With tears streaming down her face, she uttered these words in the calmest yet most resolute tone.

There was no hysteria, no weeping or pleading, only a calm declaration.

Lu Yu stood there, looking at her face, which was streaked with tears but showed no sign of backing down.

For a fleeting moment, a crack appeared in the calm mask on his face.

The light from the ceiling lamp cast a deep shadow on his face, making it impossible to discern whether the emotions surging in his eyes were anger, shock, or some other, more obscure and difficult-to-understand emotion.

The air around him seemed to freeze, cold and oppressive.

He just watched her quietly.

I watched it for a very long time.

Time slipped away in the silent standoff, each second stretching out endlessly.

In the end, Lu Yu said nothing.

There was no rebuttal, no threat.

He slowly turned around, took a step, and walked towards the door.

His movements remained composed, and his steps steady.

He opened the door, went out, and then gently closed it again.

"Click".

The sound of the latch engaging was so clear in the quiet room.

Lu Yu then left.

He didn't forcibly take her away, nor did he immediately carry out his terrible threats.

And just like that, he left.

Chen Su heard herself let out a long sigh of relief.