Chapter 2: He’s Crying So Loud

It’s an Illusion!

It must be an illusion!

Lu Hui had a deep impression of this male lead who had once taken her kidney. After all, he was the first mission in her role as a supporting female character in a transmigration novel.

She and the male lead, Xie Ran, were high school classmates. During their youth, she had secretly admired him from afar.

Xie Ran was born into a prestigious family. Whether in terms of background or looks, he was the best of the best. Their first meeting was like a scene straight out of a teen romance drama—during a scorching summer afternoon, Lu Hui passed by the basketball court behind the school field. There, under the blazing sun, stood a boy in a short-sleeved shirt, drenched in sweat, his face noble yet distant.

She fell in love with him at first sight but never dared to confess her feelings.

She worked hard, hoping to become a swan worthy of him, striving to get into the same university as he did. During their sophomore year, she drunkenly confessed to him—and, surprisingly, succeeded in establishing a relationship.

From high school to university, Xie Ran had dated no fewer than five girlfriends, none of whom lasted long. Most broke up with him in anger, unable to tolerate his distant and indifferent attitude in relationships. And each time, he never cared.

“Then let’s break up.”

It seemed like he didn’t truly like anyone.

Lu Hui thought that since he had accepted her confession, he must have had at least some feelings for her. But in the end, she was no different from his previous girlfriends—just a temporary pastime.

She foolishly gave him all her love, always at his beck and call.

At one in the morning, he called her to a KTV lounge. She arrived hesitantly, only to be scrutinized by his friends with playful, mocking eyes.

“Xie-ge, when did you get a girlfriend?”

“How long will she last this time?”

“Little sister, how old are you? Can you drink? Can you dance?”

Their words held no respect for her, treating her as nothing more than entertainment.

Xie Ran did nothing to stop them. He simply smoked lazily and said indifferently, “Come here. Have a drink with them.”

She hesitated before sitting beside him, whispering, “I’m allergic to alcohol.”

The group erupted in laughter. A playboy with peach blossom eyes chuckled, “Sister, that excuse is so outdated.”

“I’m not lying, I—” Before she could finish, Xie Ran cut her off impatiently.

“Don’t be a buzzkill.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she swallowed her words and, hesitantly, took a sip from the glass in front of her.

That night, she was forced to drink until she was completely drunk, no different from the hostesses working at the KTV. No one truly saw her as Xie Ran’s girlfriend. When the party ended, her back and thighs were covered in red rashes.

Their relationship lasted nearly six months. Even though Xie Ran never remembered her birthday or cared about her life, she thought it didn’t matter. She foolishly believed she could warm his cold heart.

And for a moment, it seemed like she was succeeding.

But that illusion shattered the day Xie Ran’s beloved white moonlight returned from abroad.

That woman was a venomous flower, soft on the outside but ruthless underneath. With a simple scheme, she framed Lu Hui—setting it up so that she was found in bed with Xie Ran’s close friend.

That night, Xie Ran yanked her hair and looked at her with sheer disgust.

“Of all people, you had to sleep with my friend?”

He never cared whether she loved him or not—he was just angry that she had embarrassed him.

Tears streamed down her face like a tragic heroine in a soap opera. She sobbed as she tried to explain, “I don’t know what happened. I really didn’t—”

“Stop crying in front of me. It’s annoying. Get lost.”

Later, Xie Ran’s beloved white moonlight was diagnosed with kidney cancer. The cancer had spread, and she needed a transplant.

No melodramatic novel is complete without some bloodshed.

And as a dutiful supporting character, Lu Hui played her final role—her kidney turned out to be a 90% match for the female lead.

Xie Ran personally came to her with bodyguards in tow. His voice left no room for refusal.

“She needs your kidney.”

“What about me?” Tears slipped down her chin and soaked into her collar. She trembled as she spoke, unable to stop shaking.

Xie Ran avoided her gaze. “You won’t die.”

She choked back her sobs. “But it’ll still hurt. That’s a vital organ. What if something happens to me in the future? Have you ever thought about how I’ll survive?”

Time passed in silence.

Then, with heartless indifference, he uttered, “You can either go to the operating table yourself, or I can have you tied to it.”

His cruelty made her dizzy. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes bloodshot. Even an award-winning actress couldn’t have put on a better performance than the real pain she felt in that moment.

In the end, she nodded in a daze.

“I understand.”

She could never bear to see Xie Ran upset.

He was the boy she had once loved—so free, so untamed.

He got whatever he wanted.

She had no power to resist him, so she gave him her kidney.

After the surgery, Xie Ran never visited her. He only cared about whether his white moonlight would survive. Once the doctors assured him that the woman was out of danger, he finally remembered Lu Hui. But by then, she had already left the hospital.

Two months later, Lu Hui was diagnosed with kidney cancer.

This time, no one could save her.

She couldn’t even be bothered to recall the details of that novel anymore.

It was written by some brainless, trashy author—just thinking about it made her want to vomit. Where did the system even dig up this garbage story? The plot had no logic whatsoever.

“Hey, girl, snap out of it. That car’s long gone, why are you still staring?” The talkative set assistant interrupted her thoughts.

Lu Hui scratched her head in frustration. “I mistook him for someone else.”

The assistant eyed her suspiciously. “You’re not trying to pull something shady, are you?”

Lu Hui: “?”

The assistant smirked. “I’ve seen plenty of young women in this industry looking for shortcuts. You’d best listen to me—men are all scumbags.”

Lu Hui nodded in agreement.

The assistant continued shaking his leg, adding, “Relying on a man is useless. You’d be better off making your own way. Besides, that CEO isn’t easy to fool—mess with him, and you’ll lose everything.”

“…” Lu Hui said seriously, “I really just mistook him for someone else.”

The assistant gave her a knowing look.

The unspoken rules of the entertainment industry—everyone understood them.

Lu Hui was too exhausted to argue further. The more she explained, the messier it got.

On her way home, her mind kept replaying the half-hidden face she had glimpsed earlier.

She reassured herself: it was just someone who looked similar. There was no way a person from another world could show up here.

Impossible.

—

Meanwhile, Xie Ran arrived at the filming set, his face deathly pale. The director and lead actors treated him with extreme respect, gasping at the sight of his sharp, refined features.

“Mr. Xie, we’re honored that you took time out of your busy schedule to visit.”

“Mm.” Xie Ran scanned the set with cold eyes before withdrawing his gaze. He clutched his chest, coughing weakly, his complexion growing even paler.

His heart still ached—day after day, as if he were dying.

He still couldn’t find her.

He had lost her once.

He would not lose her again.