Half White Moonlight Script - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Xu Luo’s Side Story: “Weeds”

Sometimes, Xu Luo felt like she was just a common ivy plant.

When the air needed purifying, her parents would put her on display.

But when guests came over, only the precious, expensive flowers were brought out to receive them. The ivy would be tucked away in the storage room.

Her parents always criticized her for being dull and unpresentable.

She had tried so hard, but ivy simply wasn’t born to bloom.

They only cared about whether she could flower; they didn’t care if she had tried.

They would only say, “You’re so stupid. Your grades are so bad. You don’t deserve to call us Mom and Dad.”

Xu Luo hated her parents for deciding that since their “main account” was a failure, they had to raise a “smurf account.” She hated her younger brother for being smarter than her, and she hated herself even more for being a dull, unlikable girl who couldn’t shine.

At seventeen, looking at her glaringly poor college entrance exam results and listening to her parents’ verbal abuse, Xu Luo decided to die.

I’m really sorry. I can’t meet your expectations. I don’t deserve to be your child.

You gave me this life; I’m giving it back to you.

She drifted through the human world for a few days, watching her parents finish her funeral arrangements.

When relatives and friends came to offer their condolences, they cried the hardest, looking exactly like parents who had just lost a daughter.

Xu Luo thought self-deprecatingly, *Well, this little mouse really doesn’t deserve to be loved, huh?*

The moment that thought finished, her tears ran dry.

Xu Luo discovered she had transmigrated.

The good news: she had transmigrated into a novel she liked.

The bad news: she had transmigrated into a fan-written side story set after the original ending.

*Chasing Immortals* was a female-centric xianxia novel with a large cast. The original ending was a total tragedy that had earned a massive amount of readers’ tears. Only two members of the main group survived: one was the female lead Xu Zhi’s tool-like love interest, Yuan Yuan, and the other was the female supporting character Zhu Tao’s ex-ex-ex-boyfriend, Mo Xing. The latter eventually succeeded in becoming the Demon Lord.

They were known as the Two Widowers of Immortals and Demons.

When reading the fanfiction written by netizens, Xu Luo thought it would just be a simple story about widowers. Instead, it left her speechless.

She came for fan-made content, not to be emotionally traumatized by garbage writing.

Traumatized to the point of wanting to fly two miles away, Xu Luo forced herself to forget the lightning-strike-inducing plot. But as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind filled with lines like: “Woman, don’t think just because you look like Zhizhi that you are her!” followed by the typical “chasing the wife in the crematorium” trope.

Xu Luo: *Damn it!*

This broken brain of hers wouldn’t remember what it should, but it had a deep memory for things it shouldn’t.

Don’t be too ridiculous.

But after realizing she had transmigrated, she obediently wrote down the side story from her memory and shifted her mindset.

Thank you for the gift, God of Transmigration! Amen!

Xu Luo had no interest in the Yuan Yuan from this fanfic.

Like all young girls her age, she liked firm choices, loyal love, and persistent waiting; she loathed lies and betrayal.

To better highlight the current female lead, Xu Luo, this story specifically resurrected the original female lead, Xu Zhi, just to put her down.

The plot stated: “Yuan Yuan utilized Xu Luo’s special constitution to awaken Xu Zhi using a Secret Incantation.”

One day, having accidentally discovered the location where Yuan Yuan had hidden Xu Zhi’s body, Xu Luo suddenly had a bold idea.

What if she was the one who took the initiative to save the female lead?

The story said the resurrected Xu Zhi had amnesia. She would trust the first person she saw and cling to them constantly, becoming a major obstacle between Yuan Yuan and Xu Luo.

If the person she relies on is me…

Xu Luo’s heart trembled.

I will obtain the most dazzling moon in this world. She is bright and gentle, and she will come running to me.

Isn’t that ten thousand times better than some man from a trash can?

Go big or go home!

Reader Xu Luo decided to rely on this “golden finger” to save her beloved female lead.

She succeeded.

Xu Luo admitted she had a protagonist filter for Xu Zhi, but at the very beginning, she mostly just wanted to cling to a powerful figure’s leg for support.

The Bone-Growing Flower was precious, but it wasn’t hard for Xu Luo to obtain.

She went to the Demon Palace and easily traded for it using information about Zhu Tao.

That’s right, this god-awful fanfic even had a sub-pairing with an absolutely explosive plot-it made Zhu Tao act as a “system” to help a host woo her own ex-ex-ex-boyfriend, Mo Xing.

Xu Luo really doubted the author’s mental state.

Using the Bone-Growing Flower, she nurtured her beautiful female lead back to life.

Xu Zhi did not disappoint her expectations at all. Her blade was cold, but her heart was softer than anything.

She truly treated Xu Luo as a younger sister, even teaching her the Sword Art she was most proud of without holding anything back.

Xu Luo discovered in despair that she simply couldn’t learn it.

She couldn’t understand those combo moves, she couldn’t endure the hardship of practice, and she couldn’t keep up with Xu Zhi’s pace.

For a moment, it felt as if she had returned to her previous life.

Her parents had gone to get a paternity test, their faces full of disappointment. “How could our child be this stupid? She’s nothing like us.”

Would Xu Zhi feel the same way?

Xu Luo firmly believed in a saying: a person will spend their entire life imprisoned by the things they can never obtain.

Unknowingly, she had transferred the expectations she once held for her parents onto Xu Zhi.

Back when she used to read novels, Xu Luo hated the “shadow of the original family” trope the most. But when it was her turn, she realized that if such things were easy to overcome, they wouldn’t have become such a classic, enduring trope in fiction.

Ah, it’s just me, a little mouse.

While Xu Luo maintained a smile and babbled nonsense like “Maka Paka” to Xu Zhi, her mind was spiraling into “mouse literature”-the self-deprecating internal monologue of a social underdog.

But Xu Zhi didn’t say anything. She simply increased the intensity of her own practice and told Xu Luo that it was enough for one person in the family to be a capable fighter.

“But you still have to practice, Ah Luo. It’s good for strengthening your body. Don’t just lie around all the time,” she said.

Xu Zhi wasn’t someone skilled at sweet talk, and her methods of comforting people were quite mediocre. Yet, as Xu Luo lay under the tree watching her practice her sword, she felt herself gradually being healed.

During a casual chat before bed once, Xu Luo told Xu Zhi that she might never become a towering tree like her.

Xu Zhi replied that being a small blade of grass was also good-only in a strong wind does one know the strength of the grass.

Xu Luo said that wouldn’t work; the moment a strong wind came, she would want to fall over. She couldn’t be “strong grass.”

Xu Zhi laughed and said that was fine. She didn’t have to be strong grass; being a little green blade of grass was cute enough on its own.

Xu Zhi didn’t know that on that night, Xu Luo quietly wiped away tears until dawn.

What should I do? she thought. It would be better if Xu Zhi never remembered. It would be better if I were truly her biological younger sister.

But I’m just a liar.

In the original plot, it said that Xu Zhi wanted Xu Luo’s Immortal Bone.

The real Xu Zhi would never do that. On the contrary, it was Xu Luo who gradually began to harbor this thought.

She didn’t like practicing the sword anyway, so what use was a Sword Bone to her? If she gave it to Xu Zhi…

She will forever carry my mark. She will never be able to repay the debt she owes me in this lifetime. With Xu Zhi’s personality, she will always remember me and protect me.

This is what I want. I’m sure of it.

Xu Luo contacted Yuan Yuan.

According to the plot, Yuan Yuan should still be deeply in love with his “white moonlight” at this time. He wouldn’t refuse.

On the final night, Xu Luo asked Xu Zhi about the past.

In truth, she still held onto the lucky hope that Xu Zhi hadn’t remembered. Yet, Xu Zhi, who trusted her so implicitly, drank the tea she handed over without a second thought and spoke of the past without any reservations.

Xu Luo felt guilty and relieved all at once.

She was going to use emotional blackmail on Xu Zhi in the name of love.

It was shameful, but she wanted to keep this piece of moonlight that belonged to her.

Besides, she truly hoped her sister could return to her peak and shine brilliantly, just like in the original novel. She shouldn’t have to hide or lose anything; she should rightfully enjoy all the glory that belonged to her.

I like the moon. I like it when it shines on me, but I like it even more when it stays in the sky. Ditches and mud are not where it belongs.

After the Immortal Bone transplant was finished, Xu Zhi asked Xu Luo, “Do you know when I recovered my memories?”

Xu Luo asked, “When Yuan Yuan found us?”

Xu Zhi gave a cold laugh. “When Yuan Yuan first accepted you into the sect.”

Xu Luo thought: Holy crap! That was right at the beginning!

I thought I was playing you, but it turns out you were just playing along with my performance.

Xu Zhi said, “So, from the moment I started calling you ‘sister,’ I truly regarded you as my sister. It had nothing to do with anything else.”

Xu Luo spent another night wiping away tears, this time in her sister’s arms.

Xu Luo felt she had never been this happy.

It was just a pity that the female lead was the original novel’s lead, and Yuan Yuan was still the same devoted tool-character male lead from the original story.

How unlucky. Why couldn’t he be a complete scumbag so she could just kick him away?

Yuan Yuan was forced to apologize to her, saying he shouldn’t have raised her as a vessel.

Xu Luo thought to herself: The only difference between this and using me as a substitute is that one tricks you for your feelings while the other wants your life. Do you expect me to thank you?

She hated this man.

This man hated her too.

But she couldn’t drive him away. How annoying.

But he couldn’t drive her away either. Hehe.

Your wife is fine, but now she’s more like “ours.” She’ll never be just “yours”-not in this lifetime.