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She was in the body of the original owner, Lu Baishuang. After all, she was a martial artist and could be of some help; it was certainly better than that useless monk, Wang Chen. How did the original owner not notice this flaw before?
Without witnessing Wang Chen and Ye Gu appearing at the same time, it was no wonder she only realized at the end that these two were the same person.
It was also understandable why Su Momo complained, as this part of the original text described it like this:
"It’s truly ridiculous. Clearly, it was her hatred, yet in the end, it wasn’t her who was avenged.
She had gone to great lengths to kill the heartless man, Liulang, but in the end, she couldn’t even protect those she cared about.
Ye Gu and Wang Chen had both become people she couldn’t let go of.
The sounds of battle around her gradually faded until there was no noise at all.
Lu Baishuang's vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling, tears streaming down her face."
No way! How could such a huge loophole go unnoticed? And she was suffering for those two; Su Momo was about to lose her mind.
But with Ye Gu's acupoint sealed, there was nothing she could do but wait anxiously.
This male lead had such a typical heroic demeanor; asking her to help kill a few people—was he crazy?
Charging ahead alone and getting hurt so much made her feel worse and worse. Su Momo closed her eyes while the sounds of fighting outside continued.
Suddenly, dawn broke.
The clashing sounds of swords finally came to a stop.
Su Momo heard hurried footsteps and dared not guess who it might be, as the sound belonged to only one person.
The person who entered was Wang Chen.
His clothes were stained with a lot of blood, and Su Momo did not dare to ask whose it was.
Although he stood before her in one piece, the injuries he had sustained were undeniably real.
She gestured for Wang Chen to help her release her acupoints. The Fake Monk fumbled around awkwardly, touching her in a chaotic manner several times before finally finding the right spots.
Su Momo asked woodenly, "What about him?"
"Who?" Wang Chen shrank his neck, trying hard to think, and then roughly guessed who Su Momo was asking about. "He... is dead."
"Monk," Su Momo heard the tremor in her own voice, "you are a monk; monks do not speak carelessly."
Wang Chen scratched his head in frustration. "He... really is dead."
"I don't believe it!"
Su Momo leaped up from the bed, staring at him fiercely, but due to the prolonged pressure on her acupoints, she fell to the ground.
He actually did this; what benefit could there be in making Ye Gu's identity disappear? Whether he helped her or not, Ye Gu's identity was beneficial to him and posed no harm.
As a guest of Emerald Lake Villa, he could have possessed more wealth and treasures. What he truly did not need was Wang Chen's identity!
She had to see how Ye Gu's body was handled. To play two roles by oneself—if it weren't for having a god's perspective, she might have really...
Wang Chen hurriedly grabbed her and shouted, "Don't go! His body was taken away by those people, claiming he was a traitor, and they are going back to report to Master Liu of Emerald Lake Villa."
Indeed, the body was a fake.
When was Ye Gu not good enough? Why did he have to be Wang Chen?
Su Momo tightly grasped Wang Chen's arm with both hands, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at him. Did he really not have even the slightest flaw?
After staring for a while, Wang Chen silently lowered his head and glanced at Su Momo's hand gripping him. He said, "You're holding too tightly, Benefactor Lu."
Benefactor Lu, Benefactor Lu, Benefactor Lu—why couldn't they be honest with each other?
Really, why did it have to involve these tormenting scenarios for the female lead?
Isn't it the system? Didn't you say this was a light comedy?
[Host, we provide books that contain elements of light comedy, but not all parts are like that. Please understand.]
"What? Are you playing word games? How does this novel relate to light comedy? Tell me."
[Host, weren't you having a pleasant time with the male lead in the early part of the plot?]
That was true, but at that time she didn't know that Ye Gu was bearing the burden for her!
Su Momo sniffed and tried to calm herself down. Then she withdrew her hand, relaxed her body, and sat back on the bed.
Ye Gu was dead—the one who always seemed mysterious yet protected her was gone.
Under the moonlight, when they first met, he knew her intentions but still invited her to dance, his smile never fading. In the forest again, he took her soaring, graceful like a celestial being descended to earth. In the end, he played the flute under the moon, but his life was forever frozen at that moment.
It turned out that in her heart, so many memories of Ye Gu had already taken residence.
Compared to Wang Chen, she preferred the carefree Ye Gu who teased her while silently protecting her.
Su Momo's expression fell; Wang Chen tugged at the corner of her clothing: "Benefactor Lu, don't seek revenge anymore. Let's retreat together with the Poor Monk."
Su Momo shook her head and wiped away her tears.
At this point, what was there to retreat from? She realized that between Liu Lang and Lu Baishuang, only one could survive; otherwise, this kind of life would never cease.
Next time, you won't come to save me as Ye Gu.
Su Momo closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again to look at him, trying to find some flaw.
The Fake Monk's expression remained unchanged, though he looked slightly worried without any other unusual signs. Su Momo felt self-deprecating; what was she still searching for?
She took a breath and then said firmly, "Wang Chen, the hatred between Liu Lang and me is no longer just between us. Ye Gu died because of me; I must avenge him."
Wang Chen lowered his head and asked hesitantly, "Benefactor Lu, was he your beloved?"
Su Momo replied, "Monk, I..."
Why? Why must she be tormented even now? Hadn't she cried enough?
Su Momo paused before breaking into a faint smile and said, "He is gone. You should leave too. Go back to Shaolin Temple or anywhere else; don't let me drag you down any longer."
Wang Chen opened his mouth and ultimately sighed helplessly.
He got up and poured a cup of tea for Su Momo to calm her nerves.
"You are so stubborn," Wang Chen sighed for no reason.
Su Momo asked, "What?"
Wang Chen's tone was long: "Obsessed with hatred, only when it reaches an irretrievable point do you realize what is most important."
Su Momo's hand trembled, and the teacup shattered on the ground.
She stared at Wang Chen in disbelief, but her vision gradually blurred.
Wang Chen's face seemed to have a double image; at one moment he appeared as a clumsy monk, and at another he transformed into the carefree Ye Gu.
"Sleep now. When you wake up, everything will be peaceful." The voice was gentle and light, carrying Wang Chen's murmurs along with Ye Gu's cheerfulness.
In the final moments, the cold announcement of the system echoed in her mind.
[Congratulations, host. The male lead's favorability rating has increased by 5%, now at 95%.]
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