Would she believe… the person she wanted to believe in?
Watching Ning Wanqiu, who had said those words and then left without hesitation, An Qing staggered and nearly fell.
She steadied herself, her breathing somewhat erratic.
“Heh…”
An Qing sneered, her eyes filled with sarcasm.
However, she didn’t know if that sarcasm was aimed at Ning Wanqiu or at herself.
Foolish, believing in a liar like that would only lead to losing everything in the end.
Just like her…
An Qing gripped the broken hairpin in her hand, pressed it against her chest, and walked toward her room.
However, the last glimmer of light in her eyes had vanished.
Why could Ning Wanqiu believe in An Yu like that?
Just because she wanted to believe, she could unconditionally retain her trust?
What a joke! Don’t forget, she had been like that once too!
But what was the result?
The result was having nothing left, straightforwardly losing everything.
Even An Yu had left her side.
She couldn’t do it, absolutely couldn’t.
This time, she absolutely, absolutely wouldn’t believe in An Yu again.
An Yu liked An Yunfan, liked Jiang Qinghe, liked Chen Yu, liked Chen Guang.
But solely, she didn’t like her, An Qing.
So, for everything she liked, she would use An Qing.
And only because of that, she had approached her.
Ning Wanqiu… you’re the same.
Don’t blame me for not reminding you; it’s you who refused to believe.
An Qing bit her lip hard until blood seeped out, without stopping, as if she had lost all sensation.
Meanwhile, Ning Wanqiu had already left the An family villa.
She frowned, feeling that An Qing was somewhat inexplicable.
What did she mean by not being deceived by An Yu?
An Yu… wouldn’t deceive anyone at all.
It wasn’t like her, Ning Wanqiu, who had clearly agreed not to deceive, yet lied to An Yu countless times.
Ning Wanqiu helplessly shook her head.
She couldn’t understand what An Qing was thinking, but she absolutely wouldn’t doubt An Yu like An Qing did.
“Hu…”
Ning Wanqiu tightened her coat around her.
Speaking of which, it was quite cold tonight.
….
Now that it was already night, Ning Wanqiu didn’t plan to walk back but chose to call a car.
Soon, the driver arrived nearby.
Ning Wanqiu opened the car door and got in, then began to close her eyes and rest.
Although she didn’t know what An Qing was up to, An Yu seemed… at least at home, she was quite vigilant.
As soon as she left, An Yu immediately locked the door.
This was much better than she had thought.
However, it seemed that when facing her, that vigilance would disappear.
Ning Wanqiu’s face unconsciously flushed red.
She didn’t know what she had done to make An Yu trust her so much, but one thing she knew: she would never betray An Yu’s trust.
The car quickly drove away from the An family, heading to the small home shared by Ning Wanqiu and Ning Dongli.
In An Yu’s room, at this time, An Yu was admiring her new hairpin in front of the mirror.
Hm, no matter how she looked at it, it was very pretty.
The things the system gave were always very exquisite, although basically they were things she couldn’t use.
But, pretty was enough, and she happened to lack a hairpin.
An Yu expressionlessly looked left and right.
Indeed, although the hairpin was pretty.
But overall, the pretty one was still herself.
I, pretty.
An Yu’s face showed no expression, but the thoughts in her mind were quite off-track.
Her appreciation for herself… her hairpin was about enough; it was time to enjoy the soft and comfortable time.
An Yu silently walked to the side of the giant plush toy, her finger lightly pressing against her chin, her eyes slightly narrowed, seeming to appreciate it.
…….
“Hm, not bad.”
【Not bad in what way?】
Unable to hold back, the system miss chose to voice her complaint.
This thing was really ugly as hell; she completely couldn’t understand what An Yu was appreciating just now.
“System?”
An Yu expressionlessly blinked, seeming not to expect the system to suddenly complain.
【It’s me… Host…】
The system’s voice sounded very helpless.
【No, Host, can you tell me, do you seriously think this thing is pretty?】
This thing, piecing together some inexplicable, completely mismatched colors, and the face is crooked!
Completely don’t know if it was a manufacturing error or designed that way.
“Hm, isn’t it pretty?”
An Yu somewhat puzzledly spoke.
【Host, first tell me, where do you think this thing is pretty…?】
“Hm…..”
An Yu pinched her chin, expressionlessly thinking.
That expression looked extremely serious, more serious than when facing An Qing.
【……. Host, aren’t you unable to say it!】
The system miss complained.
“Hm, but, it doesn’t matter.”
【Eh?】
An Yu, this meaning seems like… she knows this thing is very ugly?
She smiled and stepped forward, hugging the giant plush toy.
“Very soft, very comfortable, that’s enough.”
【Ah? Host, so it was because of this…?】
“This is, Huai Xiang, carefully selected gift.”
An Yu buried herself in the giant doll’s embrace, her voice muffled as she said: “Cannot, let friend, feel disappointed and sad.”
Whether Huai Xiang or Cheng Shimeng, or Ning Wanqiu, they were all her friends.
【Host… you actually considered so…】
The system miss’s words were halfway when she saw the happy expression overflowing on An Yu’s face.
She rubbed her little face against the plush toy, appearing very comfortable.
“Hu… so soft, comfortable.”
【You like it just because this thing is soft?!】
“Good night, system.”
【Good night, Host… No, don’t sleep on this thing!!】
An Yu bid good night to the system, but An Qing in her own room was completely unable to sleep.
She put the broken hairpin into the drawer; because it was already broken, she had no way to return it to An Yu anymore.
Moreover… An Yu now had a new hairpin.
That hairpin was exquisite and beautiful, completely not comparable to roadside goods.
As soon as she closed her eyes, An Yu’s figure would emerge in An Qing’s mind.
An Qing opened her eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling.
Her revenge…
Was proceeding very smoothly; today she met all the people related to the An family, and not one of them mentioned An Yu.
She also contacted Chen Guang, the person An Yu liked in her previous life.
Smooth… really very smooth.
As long as she continued, she could soon make An Yu lose all of this.
Really, so smooth.
Smooth to the point that this hatred became meaningless.
….
…..
As if, An Yu had never cared about all this.
If An Yu never cared about these, then from beginning to end, everything An Qing did seemed to be tormenting herself.
But, if she chose to believe An Yu, then it would be denying her previous life.
In her eyes, for the first time, pure bewilderment appeared.
Bewildered to the point of wanting to deny herself.
Poor An Qing, can’t be happy in both timeline. One because An Yu(?) and this timeline because meaningless revenge