The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The End of Yi Xiangsui’s Story

Song Yuyan hadn’t realized just how many moments they had shared.

Too many. So many that his memory couldn’t hold them all.

He flipped to the last page.

It was a scene from yesterday—two people sitting shoulder to shoulder.

It captured the moment when, while talking, he accidentally turned his head and kissed Yi Xiangsui on the cheek.

Drawn into the comic, the scene was beautifully illustrated: the disheveled-haired boy’s lips pressed against the other boy’s cheek. Their wide eyes were filled with surprise, shyness, and delight that almost spilled out of the page.

Yi Xiangsui’s expression was gentle, his gaze fixed expectantly on Song Yuyan.

His eyes were full of barely suppressed pride and excitement.

This deserved praise!

“Awesome!” Song Yuyan muttered. When he saw Yi Xiangsui’s bright gaze fixed on him, he quickly changed his tune. “I said I want to eat spicy bullfrog tonight…”

Yi Xiangsui covered his mouth with his hand, his voice tinged with laughter. “I’ll make it for you.”

Then silence fell over the room. In the soft light, the two boys stared at each other.

Suddenly, Yi Xiangsui reached out and covered Song Yuyan’s eyes. “Don’t look at me anymore.”

He wanted to kiss, to hug, to do all sorts of intimate things.

He’d always known he was attracted to the same s3x—it was something he couldn’t change—but his desire had never been as intense as it was now.

His body felt hot, burning, as if ignited, and his mind was filled not with romantic fantasies, but with raw, physical longing. Every thought screamed Song Yuyan’s name—it was all him.

He felt like he was slipping into an unfamiliar world—one that was thrilling, one where every nerve in his body cried out with desire.

Yi Xiangsui blinked, gaze wavering, but the heat on his face wouldn’t go away.

Song Yuyan had no idea what was going on inside Yi Xiangsui’s head, only that his eyes looked a bit red and unfocused.

That expression—it was clearly the face of someone who had done something bad or was about to!

Song Yuyan stared carefully at his face and, unsurprisingly, noticed the dark circles under Yi Xiangsui’s eyes.

Case closed!

He snorted and reached out to gently brush Yi Xiangsui’s eyelid, pausing at the dark shadow.

Yi Xiangsui held his breath. Deep in love, he could only think: Song Yuyan’s touch was dangerously seductive.

Song Yuyan pressed lightly under Yi Xiangsui’s eye with his fingertip and scolded him, “Can’t you learn to take care of yourself?”

Yi Xiangsui froze, pursed his lips, then pulled Song Yuyan into a tight embrace.

Softly, tenderly—Yi Xiangsui felt like he was holding the whole world.

“Song Yuyan, Song Yuyan.”

“Hm?”

“I’m an idiot. I can’t take care of myself. So you take care of me, and I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Don’t try to change the subject!”

“Song Yuyan! Song Yuyan!”

Yi Xiangsui wouldn’t let go. They flipped through the comic together again, cuddled closely. But seeing how dark Yi Xiangsui’s under-eye circles were, Song Yuyan forcefully pushed him onto the bed.

Yi Xiangsui didn’t want to lie down alone.

He dragged Song Yuyan down with him, and the two of them snuggled closely. With the person he loved in his arms, Yi Xiangsui finally fell asleep, satisfied.

Outside, the sunlight was just right.

Golden rays trickled through the gaps in the leaves and poured lazily through the glass window, casting dappled shadows on the dim floor.

Stillness flowed in the air, fermenting in the light and shadows of time.

It fell hazily over the two of them, blurring the line between reality and dream.

Song Yuyan turned over sleepily.

He didn’t think about tomorrow or yesterday. All he could hold onto—all he could grasp—was the present.

Right now, time was gentle. The days were slow.

…

But even the laziest days eventually pass.

Holidays always end, and before he could properly prepare, the system was calling him back to work.

Song Yuyan stood under the blazing sun outside B City’s Business University campus, looking like a lost soul. Several people approached to strike up conversation, but his cold expression scared them off.

Maybe it was because he had just ended his last mission and faked his “exit” from the relationship with the previous male lead. Even in a new location, whenever he thought of the youth and love he had left behind, Song Yuyan felt a sharp pang in his chest.

And that ache messed up his entire expression.

What had once been a bright, sunny boy had turned into a gloomy, distant one who couldn’t even bear sunlight.

Song Yuyan: “Would Yi Xiangsui really believe I died? Just from a video? Wouldn’t he realize it’s not a real memory?”

System: “You’ve already got a system and transmigrated into a novel. Compared to that, tricking a protagonist with a fabricated video memory isn’t much of a cheat! Of course, having your real body “die” makes it more convincing. Why won’t you just go along with that?”

Song Yuyan: “I’m not a drama queen. I go with whatever’s easiest!”

Besides, he didn’t want to experience it firsthand—to watch Yi Xiangsui in pain because of his death.

This way, with the system weaving the original novel’s “white moonlight death” into the protagonist’s memory, was already perfect.

Even if there were flaws in that memory, Song Yuyan didn’t care anymore.

Suddenly, a thought struck him.

Song Yuyan: “If you’re so capable, why not just fabricate a video of the male lead and white moonlight falling in love? Wouldn’t that save all this effort binding me?”

System: *crying noises* “That would require a huge amount of energy! Otherwise, I’d definitely go for the easiest route too!“

In the past, every white moonlight had ended in death—that method harvested the most energy. But now that the three story worlds had merged, many rules had loosened. They still preferred having the host “die” instead of simply breaking up, mainly for energy collection.

It was part of the contract. This white moonlight package only offered one ending—death. Only after a “death” would the mission be considered complete. Living in the protagonist’s memory as a flawless white moonlight? That was the ultimate!

…

Song Yuyan stepped under the shade of a tree—better than roasting in the sun like an idiot.

Song Yuyan: “I’m Fei Chengling’s childhood friend, aren’t I? Didn’t we agree on WeChat that he’d come pick me up?”

Looked like Fei Chengling didn’t care much for his childhood friend.

System: “It’s been years since you last met. Fei Chengling barely remembers you. You were just neighbors when you were little—how deep could that bond be?”

System: “You’ve kept in touch all these years only because you took the initiative. Sending texts during holidays, random messages—you were the one maintaining the connection. Otherwise, knowing Fei Chengling’s personality, he would’ve long forgotten about you after your family moved.”

Song Yuyan: “I didn’t harass him.”

System: “I know! All that early-stage communication was done by me!”

It worked hard, okay? And Fei Chengling was no chatterbox. Coming up with topics every day, writing long paragraphs… only to get a cold “oh,” “hm,” or “got it” in return. Its dignity was in shambles!

Thankfully, it could hand over this mission to the host now—let him deal with the courting. The system would just provide money. If money could solve it, then it wasn’t really a problem. And money was no issue for it. The host got paid, the system earned points—a win-win!

After learning about Fei Chengling’s cold and silent personality, Song Yuyan frowned.

Song Yuyan: “Do you really think I can complete the white moonlight mission with Fei Chengling?”

System: “…Of course you can!”

Song Yuyan: “System, that pause just now exposed your real thoughts.”

System: “No! Really—you didn’t think it was suspiciously easy to complete Yi Xiangsui’s mission? Maybe you actually do have some white moonlight halo, just not detectable yet.”

The system scanned him. Song Yuyan did have an innocent aura about him. Standing there in his clean outfit, he looked like everyone’s first love on a school campus.

Otherwise, why would so many people come up and try to talk to him?

In the end, people are visual creatures. Most “love at first sight” is just lust at first sight.

The host’s face was the kind that nestled right into people’s hearts.

The system comforted itself, and its CPU wasn’t so stressed anymore. It could see it now—a bright and glorious future for both itself and the host.

…

It was early autumn.

The sun hung high, pouring down a blush-inducing heat.

Song Yuyan stood beneath a ginkgo tree.

The leaves shimmered like scattered gold under the sunlight.

The ground was littered with speckled shadows.

If only the male lead were here, Song Yuyan could’ve sworn he’d stepped into a painting—a romantic dream with him gazing skyward.

He looked up, and suddenly, a figure entered his line of sight.

A tall man in a gray casual suit approached, black leather shoes clicking on the pavement.

As he came closer, his features grew clear.

Deep black eyes, chiseled features, sharply defined lines. Handsome, but a completely different style from Yi Xiangsui’s soft allure.

Song Yuyan slightly raised his chin.

“Well, well. The other male lead has arrived.”