My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

Chen Yuan didn’t know how he was helped into the car.

His roommates surrounded him, all talking at once. He couldn’t make out what anyone was saying; the world was spinning, his mind in a daze. It felt like he had drifted into a state of numbness.

His fingers were numb, his mind blank.

It took a long while for his perception of the outside world to clear up. He blinked hard, then slumped back as if his body had gone limp.

“Yuan, don’t pass out!”

“I’m… I’m fine,” he managed, his mouth barely moving.

“What happened? Is your blood sugar low?” Liu Nan asked nervously.

“But we just ate. How could his blood sugar be low?”

“Phew~”

As they were talking, Chen Yuan let out a long breath, finally coming to his senses.

“A little dizzy,” he said. “Stop shouting… everyone. Just let my head rest.”

Hearing this, the others quieted down.

“Okay, I’ll stop looking for directions, then. I was just trying to find a hospital,” only Quan Yafeng whispered, shaking his phone.

“Don’t need it.”

“Okay, okay.”

Silence fell inside the car. Seeing that the color had returned to Chen Yuan’s face, their tense expressions eased slightly.

They didn’t know.

Chen Yuan didn’t have low blood sugar… he was just so fucking furious he’d gone numb.

At that moment, he had felt a rush of blood to his head, and even his breathing had become difficult.

His arm gave out, and he had simply fallen straight back.

CLICK—

The closed car door was suddenly pulled open. Li Bing peered inside curiously, holding a bottle of mineral water.

“Is Chen okay… want some water?”

“I’ll drink.”

“Here, Yuan, I’ll open it for you.”

Quan Yafeng took the water and helped Chen Yuan GULP, GULP, down the entire bottle until not a single drop was left.

“Feeling better?”

“What on earth happened?”

“It’s nothing, probably just heatstroke,” Chen Yuan lied, glancing at Li Bing. “We’re done eating. Li Tongxue, are you heading back to school or somewhere else?”

“I’m going to tutor at my student’s house.”

“Then… Yafeng, you drive. Let’s drop Li Tongxue off first.”

“Okay.”

After hearing this, Li Bing more or less understood what Chen Yuan meant. He probably felt that since she was the only outsider present, there were some things he couldn’t say in front of her.

A girl’s mind can be incredibly perceptive; understanding such a subtle hint was no problem for her.

She nodded and obediently got into the front passenger seat.

…

“Bye, Li Tongxue.”

“Okay, goodbye.”

Carrying her bookbag, Li Bing stood at the intersection and waved to the group of guys.

She had no idea how many lives her single sentence had changed… Sometimes, life is just that dramatic.

The car window rolled up and they made a U-turn. Her figure disappeared from sight. Even though Quan Yafeng kept glancing in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t see even a hint of her silhouette.

“How about we go to that spot by the river, the one we went to last time? Get some fresh air?” Wei Zhen asked cautiously.

“Fine.”

“Why the river? Aren’t we going back to school?” Quan Yafeng turned to look at Chen Yuan, a bit dumbfounded.

“Just shut up and drive,” Liu Nan said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Just do what he says. You wouldn’t get it even if we told you.”

“Fine, whatever.”

They were friends for a reason, sharing a certain unspoken understanding—it was just a shame that understanding never translated to their teamwork in video games.

「In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the riverside.」

Spring was setting in. Though there was a chill in the night air, the biting cold of winter was gone. Each breath brought the crispness of the air. The river’s surface, not yet covered in algae, carried no stench, not even the smell of fish.

Chen Yuan got out of the car and leaned against the railing, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside him.

His feelings were too complex to sort out.

A wild wind swept across the shimmering surface of the river, messing up his languid bangs.

An expression of anguish washed over his handsome face from time to time.

They say the best way to hurt someone is to destroy what they believe in most. In his limited life experience, what Chen Yuan believed in most was that a true heart would be met with a true heart in return. To put it another way, he believed that true love really existed in the world.

This wasn’t naivete, nor was it obsession.

It was a conviction.

If true love didn’t exist in the world, if it was something that only happened in fictional stories and not in reality, wouldn’t that mean he was doomed to the same fate as everyone else? Marrying someone he wasn’t truly happy with, living a life of infidelity, arguments, mutual resentment, or just numb indifference.

If a love that blended two souls didn’t exist, how lonely would a person be? He would never be able to show his less-than-perfect side, never be able to speak openly about his inner troubles. He would just live like that for decades, and then die.

He believed that someone like that had to exist—someone he could trust one hundred percent, someone he could support through thick and thin, through all the mundane details of daily life. No betrayal, no secrets. He could shamelessly reveal every part of himself, even the unspeakable, dirty, and grimy parts.

She would understand.

She would accept him.

She would love all of him, flaws and virtues alike.

The two of them would walk hand in hand down life’s bumpy road. Even if they were living in a damp, gloomy rented room, they would give each other a little warmth… encouraging each other, telling each other they would have a wonderful future.

And even if they didn’t, they would have each other.

Chen Yuan had even thought he’d already found a partner like that.

Growing up, he had always known honor from disgrace, etiquette from rudeness, and integrity from shame. His values were sound. He was a model student every year and never messed around.

For the future lover he was destined to meet, he kept himself pure and strove for excellence.

So that when he finally met her, he could proudly say:

“I’ve never been in a relationship before. You’re my first.”

But in the end, the story was about him, a man filled with infinite hope, being cruelly played for a fool.

Was this reality? Yes, it was.

It was so unfair.

All his principles of self-respect, self-regard, and self-love had become a complete joke.

No one considered his feelings.

He was like an object to be fought over, belonging to whoever wanted him.

He was like an account with no one logged in, free for anyone to use whenever they had time.

Today the older sister has time, so the older sister logs on.

Tomorrow the younger sister is free, so the younger sister gets to play.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan suddenly gave a bitter laugh. He sighed and sat down on the steps.

’How interesting…’ he muttered to himself.

The most exquisite lie couldn’t fool a suspicious person, yet a crude, clumsy lie full of a hundred holes had completely fooled him, someone who had trusted Jiangg one hundred percent.

’Some split personality…’

Chen Yuan felt he was an absolute idiot.

He picked up a small pebble from beside him, fiddling with it as he stared into space, trying his best to empty his mind.

To be honest, Chen Yuan wanted to cry. In the end, his strongest emotion wasn’t uncontrollable anger, but sadness and a sense of being wronged, like a child who had been abandoned. ’But how can a man cry?’

Everyone says that real men shed blood and sweat, but never tears.

Even after being deceived, he was supposed to laugh at himself, pull himself together, and ideally, strip away any feeling of being wronged.

’I should be stone-faced right now, forget this ever happened, and face it with composure.’

’But… but I liked Jiangg so much. How could she bear to put on such a performance, to deceive someone so full of sincerity without a shred of guilt?’

’Does she have no feelings?’

’Why would she do this…?’

’She had to know that doing this would make me hate her. Does she not care if I hate her?’

’Right.’

’She’s already playing with someone’s feelings like this, so what does it matter if I hate her or not… Maybe she’s thinking, “Heh heh, this is so much fun. I could win a Golden Horse for Best Actress.”’

Chen Yuan unconsciously scraped the small pebble against the steps, again and again.

Leaving a trail of white marks.

“This evening breeze feels great, huh? Good for heatstroke,” Quan Yafeng said, stretching his arms out with enjoyment.

“Heatstroke my ass. It’s practically winter, who gets heatstroke? Get lost,” Liu Nan cursed.

Hearing the curse,

Wei Zhen and Chen Yuan suddenly burst out laughing.

But as he laughed,

Chen Yuan turned his head toward the dark riverbank, a sharp sting suddenly hitting his nose.