Chapter 32

Transmigration Diary 32
“I couldn’t let the boar hit Cefalina.”
Charlotte watched—doubt thick.
Wen Shiyu risked herself for Cefalina—and played along to be hated—so pseudocyesis would break.
What did she really want?
“Who saves people for no reason—”
Wen Shiyu treated it as chat—distraction.
“Doctors—police—firefighters—”
Charlotte cut close—“You’re not—!”
Wen Shiyu sighed.
“Cefalina isn’t a stranger either.”
Charlotte squinted. “If it weren’t Cefalina?”
She thought—others in need—
“I’d try. Kids—elderly—”
Normal people would.
Casual: “If you were in danger—I’d try for you too.”
Charlotte made a face—did not believe.
Charlotte’s family—freedom and self-interest—suspicion in the bones.
Parents did not short her—but rarely tended her—
Occasional playful teasing—even saying—no love without conditions.
Every nanny—rotating job.
She learned early—play the young lady precisely—for attention and resources.
In her gray childhood—only Cefalina seemed to give pure warmth without price.
Wen Shiyu—like a book in an unknown script—unreadable.
Brow knit—rejecting Wen Shiyu’s words—yet studying her harder—
Peel the harmless mask—expose ugly truth beneath—
Then know how to trip her up—make her fall for Charlotte—get Cefalina to despise her.
Yes. Decided.
——
That night—private jet to the island—Cefalina’s demand.
Wen Shiyu dared not think which commercial flights yielded or delayed—
Wheelchair might have worked—
Cefalina insisted—stretcher—all the way—face hot.
Transferred to the cabin berth—finally breathed.
Then Cefalina entered—belted in the fixed seat beside her—flying together.
Surprised look—
Cefalina caught it—“What—you alone?”
She was going to nurse her personally?
Staring—Cefalina misread again—
Hand took hers— helpless coax—
“Takeoff soon—” leaned—ears red—
“Once we’re level—I’ll hold you.”
Before boarding she had held her too—believing pheromones soothed pain.
Wen Shiyu warmed—not that meaning—
But Cefalina’s quiet profile waiting for lift—nothing to say.
So—injured—Cefalina really gentled.
Not only because she saved her—more like innate mercy for the weak.
Charlotte’s “Cefalina loves invalids” exaggerated—but maybe not entirely wrong.
After climb—Cefalina unbuckled—sidled in—drew her close.
Gold hair at her ear—light scent—
Unconscious pat like soothing a child—still releasing mild pheromones—useless or not.
Flattered—curious—
In the hush she whispered: “You…… had a little sister?”
The pat paused.
“Who told you?”
Hesitation—no answer.
Cefalina guessed—Su Yan or Charlotte—did not matter.
Silence—then nod.
“Yes. A little sister.”
Very soft—“She died…… very young.”
Long pause—
“When we were small—if someone said we looked alike—she’d be so happy—because she thought her big sister was the prettiest person in the world.”
A ghost of a smile—gone.
“Soon—they found a severe genetic illness—just learned to walk—couldn’t stand again—muscles wasting—her face too—”
Could not finish.
Later: “At first—when alone—she’d tug my sleeve and whisper—‘Sister I don’t want to die’—‘Sister it hurts’—”
“Later…… she was so thin I could lift her in one arm.”
Slow—opening old scars—
“Once I carried her past a mirror—she saw herself—and me—”
“First time she said: ‘Sister—I don’t want to live anymore.’”
“When she left…… so small—crying for Mom and Dad—wouldn’t see me again.”
“I know why. Sisters—and she suffered so—and I grew up healthy—so I always thought—”
“Why couldn’t the unhealthy one…… be me?”
“Cefalina.”
Chest tight—gripped her hand hard.
Cefalina looked—surfaced from nightmare—
Faint smile—“Don’t worry—I’m not that broken anymore. I still have so much to do.”
“But…… sick children still hurt to see.”
Pat again—automatic.
Wen Shiyu redder—she was not—
Cefalina continued—soft but firm: “And this baby…… I won’t give up either.”
This child would never be perfect—never be loved—an accident of existence—
She could not abandon her.
Hand on her small belly—tender obsession—“Even if no one believes in her—no one likes her—I’ll let her grow healthy and happy.”
Wen Shiyu shook—
The “child”…… was not real.
Ache—mouth opened—no words.
Cefalina kissed her.
Surprised.
Cefalina pulled back—embarrassed—trying stern—“Of course—that doesn’t mean I forgive the awful things you’ve done.”
Pause—smaller—
“Just…… all day without any pheromones—you’re hurt—so…… only a kiss.”
Dazed.
First time Cefalina opened her heart—why this child mattered so.
Complex tide—eyes closed—clumsy answer to the kiss.
Cefalina cupped her face—long—no sign of stopping—
Deepening—soft to something more—
Gasping—turned slightly—“Are you…… uncomfortable now?”
Missing pheromones—nausea again?
Cefalina flushed.
Days annoyed—never sought her—idiot Wen Shiyu never came either—
Maybe—a little deprived—
But Wen Shiyu was injured—how could she—
Shy cover—“No. Sleep—we’ll be home when we wake.”
Eyes shut—playing sleep.
Wen Shiyu obeyed.
Cefalina still held her—engine hum—patting—then arms tighter—face buried in her neck—
Whole face hot—breath unsteady—
Still suffering?
That would be endured.
Eyes open—turned—met Cefalina inches away—
Amber bright in dark—starlight—and something she could not hide—
Hesitant whisper: “I…… took painkillers—I feel okay.”
Pause—lighter—“And this injury…… won’t heal fast.”
Unless pseudocyesis broke—what then—for all this time?
Caught—Cefalina buried burning cheeks in the blanket—muffled long while—
“No—it’s not right—you’re hurt—”
Silent look.
Blanket—neck scarlet—slowly head up—eyes wet—barely audible—
“Then—”
“You…… don’t move—”
Wen Shiyu blank—until in the dark Cefalina moved—slow—shame curling her small—
Eyes wide—
Could not cover her face—legs drew together—
“H-hurry—”
Tiring after a while—could not hold—
Wen Shiyu barely breathed—patted her—
Cefalina apologized—rose—shifted—another shy position—
……
Next day—private hospital Cefalina arranged—full workup.
Besides a leg fracture—no hidden damage—vaccines—wildlife virus ruled out—rest only.
One or two months recovery.
Cefalina finally exhaled.
School soon—stay hospitalized until term.
Days later—Charlotte found Su Yan—furious.
“Cefalina vanished again—sneaking to the hospital for Wen Shiyu!”
Su Yan looked up—ignored—brow knit: “Your face…… why is it smeared?”
“Smeared?”
Charlotte stared—“It’s makeup! My careful look!”
Silence.
“And that outfit?”
“New pretty dress!”
Su Yan quieter. Makeup awful—worse than bare face. Dress wrong—maybe meant sexy—too mature on her.
Blunt: “Doesn’t suit you.”
“Doesn’t suit me?” Charlotte fumed—“I’m gorgeous—anything looks good!”
Today’s effort—padding for the dress—adjusting—still barely there— cheeks pink—
Su Yan’s disgust—fury—“I’m still breaking them up! You—just gave up?”
Su Yan looked at her fingertips—silent.
“Coward.” Chin up—“I’m going to Wen Shiyu now.”
Su Yan lifted eyes—“What now?”
“Obviously—” drawl—spite—“make Wen Shiyu fall for me. Someone has to play it real—right?”
Su Yan stared—hand to forehead—“You—”
Very low: “Dream on—”