Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

Wen Fan felt like she was dreaming.

A nightmare whose ending can never be changed is perhaps more terrifying than any other nightmare.

Nightmares end when you wake up, but this dream seems like it will never end.

In his dream, he lived a life almost exactly the same as in reality, working at a bar every day and then going home to be with his sister after get off work.

The turning point came that night at the bar.

He was knocked unconscious by a stranger in the hallway and then taken to Gu Qin's room.

Everything changed when I woke up.

Gu Qin forced him, then threw him a sum of money afterward, but developed a twisted interest in him.

Gu Qin found out that he had a sister with a heart condition and began to use her to threaten him.

He swallowed his anger and gradually became Gu Qin's lover, who was at Gu Qin's beck and call.

Thinking about what she did with Gu Qin, even if it was just in her dreams, made Wen Fan feel nauseous.

He felt like a rag that had been repeatedly trampled on, dirty inside and out.

It was so dirty that he kept vomiting.

And this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

He didn't know why he was entangled with so many men in his dreams.

Gu Qin, Lin Zhiyan, Fu Anhe, one after another, fell into his life like dominoes.

Every interaction was tinged with coercion, transaction, or scheming. Although they were all disgusting things, the person in my dreams seemed to be gradually accepting them, and even showed subtle wavering and dependence at certain moments.

He watched as that "self" was embraced by different men, exchanging his body for money and power, and he found the scene incredibly offensive and disgusting. He wished he could kill that "self".

What's even worse is that those people would threaten him with his sister from time to time... "I can cover all your sister's medical expenses." "Whether your sister lives or dies depends entirely on your performance."

In his dream, he dared not do anything except remain silent and obedient.

He felt that he was extremely weak and incompetent in his dream, unable to even uphold his only bottom line.

He seemed to have a vague premonition on the day his sister had the accident.

That morning when he left, his younger sister stood at the door to see him off, smiling sweetly as always and saying, "Brother, come back soon."

He ruffled her hair and said he would bring her a cake from Kobayashi's family when he came back tonight.

He never saw her alive again.

The Su family sent people to scare Wen Qing, but they lost their temper and she suffered a heart attack from excessive fright during the scuffle.

When Wen Fan arrived at the hospital after receiving the news, the operating room lights were already off. The doctor came out, took off his mask, and said, "We did our best."

She didn't live to see the surgery when she was 23.

In his dream, he knelt at the entrance of the morgue for an entire night, and didn't feel any pain even when his knees were raw.

Then he cried, as if he were pouring out all the tears he had accumulated over the past twenty years at once. In the end, he cried until there was no sound, no tears, only a hoarse sound that was more painful than crying.

Upon witnessing this scene, Wen Fan nearly seized control of the body.

He desperately rammed against that invisible wall, trying to smash that cowardly puppet to pieces, to rush in and shield his sister behind him, and to travel back in time to knock the people sent by the Su family to the ground.

But the wall remained unmoved. No matter how hard he rammed into it, how much he shouted, or how much he shattered his consciousness, he could not break through that transparent yet solid barrier.

So he was forced back into the depths of his consciousness, like a prisoner trapped in a basement looking through a small window at everything happening on the ground... watching his sister being pushed, watching his sister clutch her chest and fall, watching his sister's heartbeat gradually drop to zero, watching himself, like a puppet, kneeling at the morgue entrance, crying like a fool.

In the days that followed, he quickly composed himself in his dream.

He knew his sister was dead, but he still lived on day by day, and even began a so-called "revenge".

Actually, it's not entirely about revenge—it's more like those people couldn't bear to let him go, so they continued to harass him.

He sold his body, his dignity, and everything he had left to exchange for the power to bring down the Su family.

He watched the puppet in his dream maneuvering among several men, sometimes cold and hard, sometimes vulnerable, and found it utterly absurd.

This person is definitely not him.

He will seek revenge, but certainly not in such a disgusting way.

In the dream, "he" ultimately brought down the Su family.

The culprit fled abroad burdened with enormous debts and ultimately died far from home.

The revenge has been taken, and it has been completely avenged.

But then what?

Then, instead of disappearing from those men's lives, "he" continued to entangle with them in a twisted way.

The last scene shows "he" sitting in the living room of the Lin family villa. The sun is shining brightly outside. Gu Qin and Lin Zhiyan are arguing about which restaurant to go to that evening. "He" sits quietly to the side with a smile on his face.

The scene was incredibly jarring to Wen Fan, who was watching from the sidelines. He wanted to rush forward and tear that layer of feigned warmth apart, to grab the puppet's shoulders and shake him awake—Qingqing is gone, how can you still be sitting in the sunlight? How can you still be breathing? You should have gone with her!

After the dream ended, he found himself back at the starting point.

Let's go back to that night in the bar, back to the point in time when everything was about to happen but hadn't yet begun.

He wanted to seize control of his body and change anything he could, but that invisible force blocked him again.

So he had no choice but to go through it all again, watching himself being violated, watching his sister die, watching himself, like a puppet, live numbly, seek revenge, and get entangled with several men.

He was like an audience member trapped in a movie theater on a loop, watching the most unbearable scenes unfold on the screen. He couldn't close his eyes; he could only watch it again from beginning to end, reliving his sister's death once more.

……

It was late at night, and the living room was pitch black.

Wen Qing lay on the sofa, covered with the blanket Fu Ziqing had given her, her eyes wide open.

I don't know if it's because she's not used to the unfamiliar environment, or because too many things happened today that made her unable to calm down. Even though her body was already very tired, her mind was still racing.

She politely declined the guest room arranged by Fu Anhe and decided to sleep on the living room sofa to keep her brother company.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of Fu Anhe's living room, you can see the city's night view, with the twinkling lights standing out clearly in the post-rain air.

She rolled over and pulled the blanket up a bit.

Fortunately, after the IV drip was finished, her brother's temperature gradually dropped. Every now and then, she would touch his forehead with the back of her hand, and the temperature under her palm was no longer so hot that it frightened her.

But strangely, he never woke up.

Fu Anhe came over and checked him over. He said all his vital signs were normal. It was probably because the fever had hurt his body too much, and his body was forcing itself to rest and repair itself.

Wenqing thought it made sense and wasn't too worried.

Just then, she suddenly heard a very soft voice, as if someone was whispering something, the tone was intermittent and the specific words were indistinguishable.

The living room was pitch black, with only a few faint rays of light from the distant city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows casting dark silhouettes of the furniture.

Warmth's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously shrank her neck.

But she soon realized the voice was coming from the sofa next to her—it was her brother murmuring.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly lifted the blanket to squat down next to Wen Fan.

By the sliver of moonlight filtering in through the window, she saw that his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were moving slightly.

His breathing was somewhat rapid, his fingers gripping the edge of the blanket, his knuckles slightly white, as if he were engaged in a fierce battle with something in a dream.

She listened closely for a while before she could make out the fragmented words.

"Qingqing...don't be afraid...brother is here to be with you..."

"Brother... won't... live alone..."