When Yan Yu woke up, she felt pain all over her body.
She couldn’t help but cough, and it got worse and worse. Finally, she vomited into an old washbasin by the bed. Inside the basin was dark red blood.
This wasn’t the first time she had coughed up blood.
Sunlight shone through holes in the curtains, like bright, thin threads.
Yan Yu leaned against the wall. The wall was cold.
She breathed slowly, her eyes looking around the small room.
The room was truly tiny. After fitting a bed and a table, there wasn’t much space left to walk.
Originally male, this was his second transmigration after death into this melodramatic yuri novel, becoming the sickly villainess supporting character.
Although there was a vague impression in her mind that the original owner seemed to be her from the previous playthrough, the current Yan Yu had almost forgotten everything.
Now, she was poor and sick.
Apart from this face being rather good-looking, she had nothing else.
Moreover, this body was even worse than she had initially imagined.
Due to her frail health, Yan Yu simply couldn’t stand or walk for long periods.
Most of the time, she had to rely on a wheelchair.
That manual wheelchair was bought by the original owner using a bit of “pocket money” given by Su Qinghan.
Walking on her own two feet was a luxury and a painful ordeal for her. Each time, she could only manage a few minutes at most before she had to lean against a wall or anything she could use for support to catch her breath. Otherwise, she might collapse the next second from severe pain and dizziness.
Yan Yu struggled to prop herself up, using her arms to move herself onto the wheelchair parked by the bed.
This simple action exhausted her strength, causing another bout of low coughing.
She gripped the wheels of the wheelchair and laboriously moved it in front of a mirror.
The mirror had a crack running across it.
The face in the mirror was very pale, white as paper, and her lips had little color.
But her eyes were beautiful, with the outer corners slightly upturned, giving her gaze a hint of something special when she looked at people.
This face was seventy percent similar to another person’s.
That person’s name was Jiang Muyun.
Just thinking of this name gave Yan Yu a headache.
This wasn’t her own memory; it was the memory of this body’s original owner.
Many images, like shards of glass, rushed into her mind all at once.
Three years ago, at a welcome party for new students at an art school, she first met Su Qinghan.
The exceptionally good-looking Su Qinghan stood under bright lights, her hair cut short, her expression serious, making people somewhat afraid to approach.
Su Qinghan was a celebrity at the school—wealthy family, exceptionally talented herself, having led a group of classmates to win a national competition at just nineteen.
In everyone’s eyes, Su Qinghan seemed to stand on high ground, out of reach.
The original Yan Yu who lived in this body was an extremely impoverished student.
She relied on loans to attend school and had to work part-time in her free time just to pay the tuition fees.
That night, Su Qinghan drank a lot and grabbed her hand in the hallway.
Su Qinghan looked at her for a long time, her eyes seeming dazed, and finally said in a very soft voice, “Muyun… have you come back?”
Muyun, that was Jiang Muyun.
She was Su Qinghan’s childhood friend, the person Su Qinghan loved most in her heart.
After graduating high school, Jiang Muyun went abroad to study at a prestigious art school.
From that night on, Yan Yu became Jiang Muyun’s stand-in.
Su Qinghan paid her tuition, rented an apartment for her, bought her clothes, but everything was in the style Jiang Muyun liked.
Su Qinghan took her to eat at luxurious restaurants, but the dishes ordered were always Jiang Muyun’s favorites.
When Su Qinghan introduced her to friends, she always said, “This is Yan Yu. She looks a bit like Muyun.”
The original Yan Yu lived as a stand-in like this for three years.
As if performing, she imitated another girl’s mannerisms, way of speaking, and smile, carefully loving the girl who would never truly look at her.
Until three days ago, the current Yan Yu died of illness in her original world and arrived in this body.
Not only that, a voice devoid of emotion appeared in her mind—
[Stand-in Acting System, connection successful.]
[Name: Yan Yu]
[You are currently: A supporting character in the novel The Return of the Cold-Hearted Female Lead’s White Moonlight]
[Main Mission: Play the role of the stand-in, continuously stimulating the protagonists Su Qinghan and Jiang Muyun in the story]
[Reward upon mission completion: 1. Cure the serious illness 2. One hundred million yuan]
[Penalty for mission failure: Death from illness]
Terminal illness.
Yan Yu touched her faintly aching chest and glanced at her weak legs.
Yes, this body was sick, and it was already very serious.
The doctor said she probably only had a few years left to live.
This was also why the original Yan Yu, clearly knowing she was just a stand-in, still clung tightly to Su Qinghan, this big tree.
In the original owner’s bleak life, she had finally encountered someone she liked.
Even knowing she was just a stand-in, in the final days of her life, the original owner only wanted to be a little closer to Su Qinghan.
Moreover, Su Qinghan had money, could find her the best doctors, could afford the potentially exorbitant rehabilitation costs she might need.
But in reality, Su Qinghan never actually took her to the hospital for systematic treatment. She only occasionally threw her some painkillers or, when the pain was especially severe, had her driver take her to a small clinic for an injection to relieve it.
“Heh…”
Yan Yu let out a light, cold laugh at her reflection.
The pale face in the mirror appeared even more fragile because of this smile.
Hmm, truly a standard “abuse the female lead” novel, even setting the body to be so inconvenient.
She wheeled herself back to the bedside. The old bed frame creaked and groaned, as if about to break.
On the nightstand, the old phone with a heavily cracked screen suddenly vibrated.
Yan Yu picked up the phone. The screen lit up, showing a text message.
Sender: Su Qinghan.
The content was only a short line, icy cold, devoid of any warmth:
“Let’s break up. Meet at the school coffee shop at 3 PM. I’ll bring Muyun.”
It’s here.
Yan Yu’s fingers tightened around the phone, her nails digging into her palm.
According to the novel’s plot in her mind, today was the day Su Qinghan formally said goodbye to her in front of her white moonlight, Jiang Muyun.
Jiang Muyun returned to the country three days ago. Su Qinghan personally went to the airport to pick her up.
For the three days since then, Su Qinghan hadn’t contacted Yan Yu at all.
The original Yan Yu spent those three days frantically calling and texting Su Qinghan, finally even wheeling herself to the building where Su Qinghan lived and waiting outside the entire night, sitting in the rain until she collapsed from a high fever.
And Su Qinghan?
Su Qinghan was accompanying Jiang Muyun at that time, her phone on silent, completely unaware.
What a melodramatic plot.
But Yan Yu wasn’t the original Yan Yu.
Looking at that text message, she felt not a shred of sadness in her heart, even feeling a bit like laughing.
One hundred million yuan…
As long as she finished performing this scene, she could get one hundred million yuan, cure this annoying illness, and even restore these useless legs.
With money and a healthy body, she could start over anywhere.
This deal was too good to pass up.
[Key plot initiated. Host, please reply to Su Qinghan via text message.]
The emotionless voice sounded in her mind again.
Yan Yu lightly raised an eyebrow, her fingers typing on the cracked screen.
She deliberately imitated the original Yan Yu’s cautious tone, typing word by word:
“Okay… I’ll be there on time.”
She hit send.
