Peach-Orange! – Chapter 183 – Her White Moonlight

When it came to love, Su Tao had long told herself, even hypnotized herself, with these words:

‘I’m only pretending to like Xiaocheng.’

This was how she placated and humored her yandere tendencies.

She used to think this would calm Xiaocheng’s emotions, helping treat her condition.

Only now, after Chi Xiaocheng’s death, did she understand, that tea-haired girl had always wanted to strip away this “pretend” affection.

Give her that, and perhaps her yandere tendencies could have been cured.

As Wei Feng said: Fill the void in her sense of security, and the yandere would be left with only normalcy and obedience.

Why hadn’t she realized this before?

Was the pressure too overwhelming?

Or was it her struggle to accept same-sex attraction?

“Haa—”

Su Tao exhaled, shaking off the chaotic thoughts.

She still didn’t truly understand love. But when Xiaocheng wasn’t in yandere mode, being with her had been enjoyable and comforting.

For now, she’d treat that feeling as “like.”

Though belated, it was better than nothing.

Maybe in dreams, or after death, she could tell Xiaocheng: I liked you too.

Suppressing the painful, confusing burdens to recall the joyful, relaxing moments—

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With this clarity, Su Tao felt lighter.

Though exhaustion weighed on her body, threatening to collapse at any moment, the cold wind refreshed her spirit, softening her numb expression.

Looking back at Wei Feng, she found the young man squatting, absently drawing circles in the snow with his bottle.

Snow dusted his clothes and hair unnoticed.

Su Tao awkwardly touched her cheek. “Um… We just met. Being together isn’t possible. You’re a good person, I’m sure you’ll find someone better.”

Wei Feng stood, pouting. “If you’re rejecting me, skip the ‘good person’ card, okay?”

“So… no jumping?”

“You ruined the mood for jumping!”

“No more jumping?”

“No more!”

He raised the bottle to hurl it into the river, then reconsidered littering and restrained himself.

Gazing at Su Tao, he hesitated. “Do you think… I’ll meet someone like you again?”

“Ah… What part of me?”

“That… moonlight-like feeling.”

The question conjured Chi Xiaocheng’s image in Su Tao’s mind.

She nodded softly, then firmly. “You will. Definitely.”

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Someone’s white moonlight might be her.

But she too had her own white moonlight.

Everyone could meet theirs.

Wei Feng exhaled deeply, a smile emerging in the dark.

Turns out, girls more outstanding than his ex existed. Maybe he really could find better.

He declared brightly: “I’ll spare you my death! But can I know your name?”

“Su Tao.”

The wind howled, carrying her voice away as it tousled her hair.

“And please don’t say you like me again. The one I like… would get mad.”

With a wave, confirming he wouldn’t jump, she turned away.

Her silhouette gradually vanished into the snowy night. Wei Feng stood still, scratching his ear.

“What was that name again? Too windy… Su Tao? Su Tou? Xia Tao?

“Such a pretty girl, and I missed her name….”

…

Leaving the riverside, Su Tao trekked through the snow, no longer lost, but resolute toward Chi Xiaocheng’s home.

“Wonder if Ningning’s still there. If so, I’ll apologize.”

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But out so late in the storm, she worried for the girl’s health.

Only at the apartment gate did tension return.

Her mind raced. How to face Fang Ning if she was still there?

Fortunately, Fang Ning was gone.

Under the security booth, she shook off snow and took out her phone.

“Dongfang Yang?”

“Here. You sound better.”

The concern gave her pause. “I… figured some things out about Xiaocheng. I’m fine. But I need another favor.”

“Just say it. You two owe me plenty. Buy me dinner when you recover.”

“Mm. Remember Fang Ning? The girl who worked at my dorm.”

“Yeah. What about her?”

“She found out about Xiaocheng’s death somehow. Xiaocheng saved her once, so she took it hard. Came to me half an hour ago.

“We… argued. She left Xiaocheng’s place. I don’t know where she went. Could you help find her? I’m worried.”

Though Fang Ning was an adult, her malnourished petite frame made Su Tao instinctively protective.

A snowstorm night, fresh grief—

Remembering her own state after Xiaocheng’s death, Su Tao’s heart ached.

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Soon, Dongfang Yang’s reliably exasperated voice came: “Near your place 30 minutes ago? Got it. I’ll send people.”

“Thanks. Sorry.”

Hanging up, she almost headed home, but guilt and unease lingered.

Without thinking, she turned back into the blizzard.

Luckily, within 30 minutes, Dongfang Yang called. Fang Ning was at the hospital.

The girl had returned to Xiaocheng’s body.

Relieved, Su Tao finally went home.

But stepping off the elevator, pain and guilt resurged.

Before, she’d escaped by refusing to dwell on it.

Now, embracing Xiaocheng’s sweetness meant also facing the madness’s torment.

Then the door opened.

Before anguish could fully take root, she saw lights on inside—

And a tabby cat tossing around an unfamiliar straw doll in its mouth.

The moment their eyes met, Su Tao felt it.

That doll seemed to be staring back.