“I don’t—”
Seeing An Yu approach, An Qing stood up abruptly as if triggered.
She wanted to say she wasn’t sick, but couldn’t say it out.
Because An Qing had realized.
If she said she wasn’t sick, everything would end.
Just like after getting up this morning, everything returned to normal.
An Yu lives her life, while she continues to be pushed into revenge.
The two are like two parallel lines that never intersect, moving side by side.
So… can’t say it, don’t want to say it.
An Qing bit her lip, completely unaware that her behavior was gradually becoming unlike herself.
Revenge gradually became unimportant.
It seemed something more important was changing the girl’s mindset.
“Don’t?”
An Yu tilted her head, not knowing what An Qing wanted to say.
But An Qing just shook her head, didn’t speak again, but acted like yesterday.
Somewhat listless.
“Mm, sure enough, not better yet.”
An Yu nodded, more convinced of her guess.
“I’ll take you back to the room.”
She stepped forward, grabbed An Qing’s hand, and pulled her upstairs.
Today was different from yesterday; yesterday An Qing struggled to walk, but today she could.
So An Yu didn’t need much effort.
And An Qing, from the moment An Yu held her hand, went into a daze.
She was led by An Yu in a stupor, without even a moment of resistance.
Seeing An Qing so obedient, An Yu was more convinced she was still sick.
A healthy An Qing would probably explode if touched by her.
Not as docile as now.
The two walked all the way, soon arriving at An Qing’s room.
An Yu let go of her hand, pushed open the room door.
The door wasn’t locked; unlike An Yu, An Qing didn’t have that habit.
The two entered the room; An Yu pointed to the bed in the room, speaking softly:
“Go rest; I’ll bring dinner up for you.”
An Yu’s expression didn’t change, but the meaning in her words was straightforward.
Actually, yesterday was the same; if not using a tone close to command, An Qing wouldn’t listen.
As An Yu thought, An Qing really obediently sat on the bed edge, but for some reason, her eyes looked tense.
But An Yu wouldn’t care about that; she just nodded satisfied, then left the room.
Leaving An Qing alone in a daze.
“… Again, like this.”
An Qing’s eyes were hazy, murmuring to herself.
She remembered, a long long time ago, An Yu was like this.
Usually very gentle, but in such situations, her tone carried an undeniable meaning.
Although… it still sounded soft and sticky.
But An Qing subconsciously felt tense.
Just like the former An Yu and An Qing.
“An Qing, don’t get sick, take care of your body; haven’t I said many times?”
In the simple room, the girl tilted her head, amber eyes staring fixedly at An Qing.
Clearly very cute, but An Qing felt pressure from her.
“Don’t hurt yourself because of irrelevant people.”
The girl kindly reached out, ruffled An Qing’s smooth black hair.
She silently felt the girl’s touch, without a word.
And this sentence, she had heard many times.
The girl seemed to think this idea important, so told An Qing countless times.
But An Qing still subconsciously wanted family affection…
Although she always thought, just having the girl was enough.
But she was afraid, afraid the girl would leave her; from the day they met, she had always been afraid.
“You look like an idiot.”
The girl in front sighed helplessly, then started her busyness.
“Sigh…”
She put some food in An Qing’s room, then spoon by spoon fed An Qing personally.
An Qing obediently opened her mouth to eat, the loss on her face gradually turning to a happy smile.
Clearly taller than the girl, An Qing still coquettishly acted spoiled toward the girl without burden.
“Hehe… I am an idiot, An Yu… sister.”
An Qing blinked lightly, the simple room before her eyes disappeared.
Changed to the current luxury.
At the same time disappearing was the happiness in An Qing’s eyes.
She subconsciously raised her hands, the fatigue in her eyes all turning to confusion.
“We… how did we end up like that in the end?”
An Qing murmured to herself.
“An Yu sister.”
Click—
“Called me?”
An Yu carrying food, barely kicked open the door with her little foot, then entered the room.
The food was clay pot congee she got from Wang Man.
Because for patients, drinking congee is better.
However, just as she came in, it seemed she heard her name, not sure if misheard.
Because An Qing now looked quite awake, shouldn’t start calling her deliriously.
However, guess was guess; An Yu still carried the clay pot congee to An Qing’s side.
After putting the congee on the nearby table, An Yu turned her head staring at An Qing’s eyes.
Until An Qing guiltily avoided her gaze, An Yu slowly nodded.
Mm, can’t tell.
An Yu wasn’t a doctor, of course couldn’t tell if An Qing was better.
However, her complexion looked much better than yesterday, so should be no problem.
“Mm.”
An Yu blinked expressionlessly, seeming to decide something.
And An Qing, seeing An Yu show this expression, subconsciously swallowed.
The things in memories… is there a chance to experience again?
After rebirth, An Yu’s attitude toward her made her feel an almost extreme contrast.
From acting caring, to completely indifferent.
This made An Qing almost subconsciously forget hatred, turning to expectation.
“Water is also here, drink it, no need to go downstairs.”
An Yu spoke softly expressionlessly:
“Eat well, sleep well.”
After saying the last sentence, An Yu left without looking back.
Due to being too sudden, An Qing didn’t even react, and An Yu had already left her room.
The girl left alone in the room was stunned.
She looked at the steaming clay pot congee in front, inexplicably smiled.
“Heh…”
She left the bed edge, sat on the chair, picked up the spoon full of congee, without blowing, bit down.
Clearly just drinking congee, she used all her strength.
The congee was just made not long ago, still hot, but An Qing as if not noticing, drank mouthful after mouthful.
At this moment, she finally realized.
No matter what An Yu’s thoughts were.
No matter if she still wanted revenge.
They were different from the previous life.
In the previous life, An Yu was taking care of her sister.
In this life, An Yu was pitying a stranger.