In the end, An Yu, after going through tremendous hardship, finally managed to help An Qing up from the first floor to the second floor, bit by bit.
“Huff… huff…”
Looking at An Qing whom she had thrown onto the bed, An Yu expressionlessly wiped the sweat from her face.
So tired—An Qing needs to lose weight.
And don’t get sick next time.
Fortunately, she had already delivered An Qing to her place—it was time to scram.
Otherwise, if the people who should really take care of the female lead came back soon and saw her, they might think she was trying to harm An Qing.
Hmm… just like those common plots in TV dramas.
Thinking this, while An Qing hadn’t reacted yet, An Yu slipped away in a flash.
“Ugh…?”
Feeling the comfortable soft mattress beneath her, An Qing was somewhat dizzy.
If she remembered correctly, just now, she seemed to have been sent to another place by An Yu?
This dream… is so real.
But where is An Yu?
An Qing squeezed her eyes, enduring the fatigue to open them.
Around her, there was no longer An Yu’s figure.
And the place she was in was very familiar.
This was the second floor of the An family villa, in this life, her room.
In her previous life, she didn’t live here, so at this moment, An Qing understood—the dream was over, and she had returned to reality.
In reality, her illness was no lighter than in the dream.
It even felt heavier, probably because no one was taking care of her.
Those crimson pupils flickered with a light called loneliness.
In the end, she would still return to this cold reality.
Of course, An Qing knew that even if that dream could continue forever, it wouldn’t have a good ending in the end.
It was just reliving what she had experienced once more.
Even so, An Qing couldn’t help but feel a bit lost.
That somewhat real dream was probably the last time she could see An Yu who still cared about her, right?
Because since her rebirth, even if she dreamed of An Yu, it would only be nightmares.
Never dreaming of such distant past.
An Qing grabbed the quilt, a flash of helplessness in her eyes.
She had long accepted this reality—from the moment she decided to do this, it should be so.
An Qing maintained this position, slowly closing her eyes.
Get some sleep… when she wakes up, tomorrow she’ll still be herself.
Nothing will change—forget about dreams and such.
But it’s really cold.
Click—
Just when An Qing felt cold, she suddenly heard the sound of the room door.
She was somewhat puzzled, wanting to open her eyes to see who could enter her room at this time.
But her vision was very blurry, somewhat unable to see clearly.
“Aren’t you cold like this?”
That person spoke, the voice very familiar, as if she had just heard it not long ago.
An Yu tilted her head expressionlessly, looking at An Qing sleeping on top of the bedding, a flash of doubt in her eyes.
It was like this when she left, and still like this when she came in.
Rather curl up into a ball than cover with the quilt?
An Yu shook her head somewhat helplessly, then placed the two cups of water in her hand beside the desk.
She had gone to get water for An Qing.
Because it was really inconvenient for An Qing to go up and down the stairs.
An Qing didn’t reply to An Yu’s question; she kept her eyes tightly closed, the whole person falling into a state of confusion.
What’s going on… is she dreaming again?
But she had already woken up?
“An Qing, you’re really so troublesome.”
Then why, why did An Yu come?
What is she here for—what’s the situation with all this?
In this instant, An Qing’s mind cleared up a lot, because she really couldn’t understand the current situation.
“An Qing?”
An Yu glanced at An Qing expressionlessly—how did she feel that An Qing had become even stranger.
Clearly, An Qing was just lying there without moving.
No response—is she asleep?
An Yu stared at An Qing, finding she was almost completely still, subconsciously thinking she was asleep.
That said, wouldn’t this cause her to catch a chill and worsen her cold?
An Yu blinked, a trace of helplessness crossing her expressionless little face.
She walked over, gently poked An Qing, and after finding no reaction at all, shook her head.
“Huff…”
The exercise she did today was more than in her entire life.
Reborn female lead—damn it.
An Yu bent down, gripping the quilt pressed under An Qing’s body, pulling it out forcefully.
“Ugh…!”
An Yu pulled while retreating, until bit by bit she pulled the quilt out from under An Qing.
“Huff… so heavy, so tired.”
An Yu panted heavily, finally succeeding in getting the quilt.
She held the quilt, casually flung it toward the bed, fiercely… covering An Qing with it.
“Huff….”
Clearly it was An Qing with the fever, yet An Yu looked completely burned out.
She tiredly wiped the sweat from her body—clearly looking much smaller than An Qing, yet having to take care of her—really hard on myself.
Now, she could finally leave.
Fortunately, up to now, the people who should really take care of the female lead still hadn’t appeared.
An Yu blinked, just about to turn and leave, but met those crimson eyes.
“Mm, you’re awake.”
An Yu said softly expressionlessly.
Perhaps because An Qing in her feverish state didn’t have any lethality, An Yu meeting these red eyes wouldn’t immediately run away.
After all, earlier when pressed underneath, she didn’t think of running—what was there to fear now.
“…… Mm.”
An Qing lay on the bed, her voice extremely soft.
She was still dazed, confusion filling her eyes—she was already somewhat unable to distinguish whether what was before her was a dream or her reality.
But An Qing knew that what happened earlier was the same as now.
If now wasn’t a dream, then what happened earlier was also reality.
An Yu blinked—she found that An Qing seemed easier to communicate with than before.
Hmm, then this place wasn’t suitable to stay long.
An Qing was like that earlier purely because she wasn’t clear-headed enough—if she fully woke up and saw An Yu in front of her, wouldn’t her hatred value go UP UP fiercely?
“The water, I put it over there—if you’re thirsty, go drink it, no need to go downstairs.”
Before leaving, An Yu reminded coldly.
“Then, sleep well—good night.”
Hearing that, An Qing’s pupils trembled slightly, her heartbeat starting to speed up.
She seemed to be seen by An Yu again.
“Why…?”
She almost subconsciously asked.
Ding—
An Yu was just about to reply, but a notification sound came from her pocket.
So, she didn’t reply to An Qing immediately, but turned to take out her phone.
Hmm, a message.
It was from Ning Wanqiu—look at it when back.
Thinking this, An Yu directly left, as if she and An Qing were from two different worlds.
But just before she left the room, as if remembering something, she turned back with a smile:
“Sleep well, because sleeping is the most comfortable thing in this world.”
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