Cannon Fodder – Chapter 103 – Does She Truly Like You?

The blurred figure gradually became clear: it was her past self.

That utterly ordinary face, once resolute, now twisted with emotion.

The pointing fingers of passersby, the incessant honking of traffic, the pitter-patter of raindrops in her ears, the increasingly mocking voices of her ex-girlfriend and the gold-chain man. All of it pressed in.

The blurred figure stretched out a trembling hand.

His heart was twisting.

Strangely, Chi Xiaocheng could hear his inner thoughts at this moment.

“I liked you so much, I liked you so much, I liked you so much!”

“Why did you betray me? Why did you betray me? Why did you betray me?”

“Fake, fake, fake!”

Two years of beautiful memories now entangled the figure like a nightmare. His outstretched hand still didn’t dare grasp the knife Chi Xiaocheng offered.

Until the gold-chain man’s thick right arm wrapped around the ex-girlfriend’s waist, groping as he looked down with smug superiority.

Like a victor delivering his proclamation.

Sometimes, it only takes one drastic rise and fall to twist a person’s character.

The blurred figure suddenly clenched the knife Chi Xiaocheng had handed over.

‘Kill what you can’t have?’

‘No.’

‘Scum like this shouldn’t exist in this world!’

The figure’s sudden lunge startled the gold-chain man. He shoved the ex-girlfriend forward, and the knife plunged deep into her abdomen.

She looked up in disbelief, meeting the figure’s blood-red eyes.

Then she smiled bitterly. “A’Cheng, for someone as lovesick as you, anyone you fall for is doomed to tragedy.”

The screams of the crowd and the man’s curses drowned out her voice.

Crimson spilled out, quickly diluted by the rain. The white roses on the ground slowly turned red, as if nourished, blooming fiercely.

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Chi Xiaocheng stood to the side, her anger gradually giving way to confusion and fear.

At this moment, she felt as if she were one with her past self.

Only when the rain-washed red reached her feet did she snap back to reality.

She swallowed hard, reassuring herself, “This is just a dream. Nothing like this happened in my past life. Right now, I’m Chi Xiaocheng. None of this has anything to do with me.”

After all, in her past life, she had just moped at home for three months after the breakup.

The police arrived.

An ambulance came too.

The ex-girlfriend had a gaping wound in her stomach, and her past self had taken a heavy blow to the head from the gold-chain man.

After emergency treatment, he slipped into a coma.

With a heavy heart, Chi Xiaocheng temporarily left the hospital, returning to her dorm, visiting the ex-girlfriend’s home, and tailing the gold-chain man for a while.

Rumors began to spread.

The version of herself now hospitalized became the subject of campus gossip.

More and more “dark history” was dug up.

It stirred up unpleasant memories for Chi Xiaocheng.

Her ex-girlfriend had always come home late, claiming she was busy with part-time work.

Her best friend had once contacted Chi Xiaocheng, saying her private life was actually messy.

Rumors had circulated at school about her being seen with other men, but they were just rumors.

Because whenever they were together, Chi Xiaocheng had never sensed anything off about her ex-girlfriend.

All she felt was her overwhelming affection.

So no matter the rumor, Chi Xiaocheng had chosen to believe her.

And the result?

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Countless acts of trust, shattered by a single betrayal.

Her past self had never dwelled on it, but now, this dream was showing her a continuation she had no memory of!

The entire time, she had been treated like a dog, played for a fool.

A life both ordinary and tragic.

Time flew.

Her past self gradually woke up in the hospital.

He should have been sent to prison, but the diagnosis revealed he had schizophrenia. He was mentally ill.

As everyone knows, the mentally ill can do anything and it’s “normal.”

He began listlessly accepting treatment, spending his days drowning in belated pain.

Chi Xiaocheng didn’t know how long the dream lasted. She watched as her past self escaped the mental hospital, returning home to drown in alcohol.

Perhaps drunk, the figure looked up as if seeing the transparent Chi Xiaocheng hovering outside this world.

He asked softly, “Aren’t you angry?”

Chi Xiaocheng paused, then smiled faintly. “This is all fabricated. Why would I be angry? She betrayed me, we broke up, end of story.

“You’re the one trapped here in pain.”

The figure laughed. “Oh? So you’ve already forgotten.”

The cross-temporal conversation left Chi Xiaocheng baffled.

The figure took another swig of alcohol, his eyes hollow with regret. “Tell me, what were those two years of my youth even for?”

The question was directed at himself and at Chi Xiaocheng.

She had no answer, only a dull ache in her chest.

The figure shook his head lightly. “Never mind. Now that I’m out, I’ll make those two liars pay!”

This time, Chi Xiaocheng didn’t interfere. She thought it was practically impossible.

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The ex-girlfriend was still in the hospital.

The gold-chain man was the boss of an underground casino.

How could her ordinary past self ever manage it?

She simply watched as the figure slashed his own face to evade the mental hospital’s search, all while investigating the gold-chain man and the ex-girlfriend.

Posing as the “wronged lover,” he played on the man’s desire for amusement to easily make contact.

Then, in his own home, he dismembered the man, ensuring he never left.

Still a patient, the figure effortlessly entered the hospital. That night, the ex-girlfriend fell into eternal sleep in her bed.

There was no exhilaration of successful revenge, only endless emptiness that drove the figure to a café.

And there, he encountered two drug-dealing thugs.

With no will to live left, her past self fought back without fear.

What followed wasn’t part of Chi Xiaocheng’s familiar memories.

After being hospitalized again, the figure didn’t descend into madness. Instead, he grew more lucid, as if the hole in his heart had been filled. He completely forgot the events of those months.

The medical report clearly stated: dissociative amnesia.

Discharged, tailed by two plainclothes officers for observation.

Then, a truck.

The figure didn’t seem insane. Nor did he seem to have amnesia.

As the truck bore down, time froze.

Her past self stood before the truck, asking softly, “Now… do you still think this was all fake?

“Was it really just a dream?”

The words came from the figure’s mouth, but Chi Xiaocheng found herself whispering them too.

The figure turned away, resigned. “I kept wondering, was it that I couldn’t forget Yiran, or that I refused to accept it? Or did I just want to possess her? Now I think I understand.

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“I just wanted someone to love me like that.”

Those months had left the figure’s eyes bloodshot.

The cognitive blur slowly reshaped into Chi Xiaocheng’s current appearance.

Standing side by side, they were like reflections in a mirror.

The figure-turned-“Xiaocheng” stepped closer, placing a small hand on her shoulder, her voice low and eerie.

“Do you really like Tao-Tao?

“And does Tao-Tao… really like you?”

A cold sweat broke out.

Chi Xiaocheng jolted upright in bed, gasping for air.

She glanced at the figurine, still lifelike, unchanged.

The dream had felt so vivid.

Was it fabricated?

Or a forgotten truth?

No, that didn’t matter.

Only one thing was important.

With trembling hands, she fumbled for her phone, her body so weak she had to roll off the bed and onto the floor before she could frantically tap the screen.

The call connected. A sweet, calming voice answered.

“Xiaocheng? What’s wrong so late at night?”

Her hair disheveled, lips dry, Chi Xiaocheng shakily questioned:

“Tao-Tao… do you really like me?”