Blue-white—not only could it be a water dispenser, but it could also be An Yu.
An Qing, in a daze, thought so at this moment.
She seemed to have had a dream, dreaming of the distant past.
In her previous life, she seemed to have had a fever like this once.
At that time, just like now, no one in the An family cared, and she had no relatives or friends or anything like that.
Even if she wanted to talk, no one came to accompany her.
But in the end, she remembered, she was quite happy.
Why…?
An Qing remembered… or rather, she had never forgotten, that the her from that time, unlike now, was completely different.
At that time, she wasn’t uncared for; whether true or false, at least one person would come to care about her.
That person… was An Yu.
Only An Yu would appear by her side when she was suffering.
Every time.
And precisely because of that, when abandoned by An Yu, when mocked by An Yu, An Qing was even more sad, even more painful.
But she forgot—if from the beginning, she directly jumped to the last step, she would be sad from the very start to the end.
This time, no matter how severe the illness, no matter how painful her heart was, truly no one would care.
It was the bitter fruit she had chosen herself.
An Yu ignoring her—wasn’t that perfectly normal?
Even though she had pressed An Yu herself underneath, she still didn’t realize this was An Yu in person.
An Qing even thought this was a dream.
Dreaming of the previous life, when An Yu would still come to take care of her.
Since it was a dream, could she… revert, pretend to be her original self?
Thinking so, An Qing dazedly wanted to reach out to touch An Yu’s cheek.
Once, she could touch her like this too.
An Yu blinked expressionlessly. Just as she was about to reach out to put the cup on the table, she noticed An Qing reaching toward her.
“?”
What are you doing? Not happy unless you get hurt?
Do you know how hard it is for her to reach the table in this position?!
“An Qing, don’t move.”
An Yu lifted her head unhappily, staring straight into An Qing’s crimson eyes.
But she just said it like that, not expecting An Qing to listen to her.
After all, which reborn female lead would listen to a green tea villain?
But An Yu never expected that she really just said it casually, yet An Qing actually stopped moving!
Although she stopped, on her dazed little face, there hung a faint grievance.
Even in a dream… can’t she have a happy dream?
Looking at the motionless An Qing, An Yu blinked expressionlessly.
Hmm…?
Really not moving…?
She’s so obedient?!
Told not to move, and she doesn’t move.
So strange.
But whatever—first things first, put the cup in a safe place.
An Yu strained to stretch her arm, wanting to touch the table, but she was always just a little short.
“Ugh… An Qing, move over there a bit.”
Can’t reach, so make An Qing move.
An Qing didn’t speak, but she really obeyed An Yu’s words, carefully moving toward the table’s direction.
Now An Yu could finally reach it.
“Mmm…!”
An Yu stretched her arm hard, placing the cup completely on the table.
“Whew…”
Good, safe!
She had finally succeeded in putting the cup on the table.
But she was so tired—she really wanted to sleep.
Unfortunately, not here; no bed, no big pillow.
An Yu turned her head, subconsciously glancing at An Qing.
Hmm, at least much bigger than Huai Xiang.
But far from Ning Wanqiu.
And honestly, right now, An Qing’s body was really hot—An Yu didn’t like it.
“An Qing, you have a fever—you should go back to rest.”
An Yu seriously stared into An Qing’s eyes, sincerely hoping she would go back to rest.
Staying like this, she’d catch a chill, then worsen her cold.
That feeling was really uncomfortable.
Especially when no one was taking care—it was even more uncomfortable.
She had been like that once, always alone.
But since she was the female lead, she probably wouldn’t have such problems.
Wasn’t she surrounded by people?
Needing An Yu to take care was just temporary.
Unfortunately, An Yu’s persuasion seemed not to have entered An Qing’s ears.
She still maintained this position, her gaze becoming more and more hazy.
Clearly getting dizzier, yet An Qing felt the An Yu in front of her more and more real.
Since it was a dream, she wanted to pretend she knew nothing, as if nothing had happened.
Just like that… with An Yu still ordinary, a pair of sisters without blood ties.
“An Yu…”
She spoke hazily, calling An Yu’s name.
As always, An Yu responded:
“Mm.”
“I feel so bad…”
Hearing that, An Yu’s originally half-open eyes finally fully opened. She blinked quickly, seeming somewhat surprised.
An Qing had finally said the rest of what she wanted to say?
“Mm, I know.”
Of course she knew—even through the clothes, she could feel how high An Qing’s temperature was.
“…..”
So that’s why she had always wanted An Qing to go back to rest.
But An Qing seemed to want not rest, but something else.
She just looked at An Yu expectantly like that, with no more words coming from her mouth.
This appearance actually reminded An Yu of Huai Xiang.
It seemed like when Huai Xiang sought comfort, it was this kind of expression.
But An Yu wouldn’t think of An Qing as Huai Xiang.
The female lead and a tamed cute little beast were different; even if she wanted to act spoiled, she wouldn’t do it toward her, this villain.
“An Qing, go back—you’re about to faint.” An Yu reminded An Qing expressionlessly.
She could clearly see An Qing’s expression getting stranger, the person seeming dizzier.
“But… I have no strength.”
An Qing’s words were slurred, but An Yu barely understood them.
She said she had no strength.
An Yu’s face cooled, and she subconsciously turned to look at the nearby staircase.
Great—now she was in for it.
An Qing’s room was on the second floor—did she have to be responsible for helping this female lead, who was bigger than her, up to the second floor?!
An Yu was speechless, somewhat not knowing what to say.
“An Yu…? Did you leave?”
Seeing An Yu not speaking, An Qing’s expression clearly showed some panic.
She knew this was her dream, so the An Yu in the dream disappearing at any time was normal.
“No.” An Yu responded softly, her voice without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
“Oh.”
An Qing nodded, inexplicably feeling a sense of relief in her heart.
She would respond to her, would take care of her—sure enough, she was dreaming of the previous life, when An Yu was still acting as the good sister.
Just this once… let her forget those hatreds… just this once.
But while An Qing was relieved, An Yu was suffering.
She stared expressionlessly at An Qing’s somewhat soft crimson eyes.
How was she supposed to get this silly female lead up to the second floor?!