By the time An Qing finished her bath, the sky was already dimly lit.
She got dressed, grabbed her belongings, and subconsciously glanced at her phone.
The messages from Chen Guang in the chat app were incredibly conspicuous and annoying.
An Qing could see them at a glance, then remember everything she was about to face.
That disgusting man had transferred to her school to get close to her.
But all this was part of An Qing’s original plan—if she still intended to seek revenge, it would actually mean everything was going smoothly.
However, confusion still lingered in An Qing’s heart—she no longer knew what to do.
Yesterday, she was taken care of by An Yu; in her previous life, she was also taken care of by An Yu.
In the end, the result was the same.
Only An Yu had given her a sliver of warmth.
An Qing gripped her phone, her hold tightening.
She was very hesitant, very confused, but reality didn’t allow her to remain in confusion.
Her plans were naturally being pushed forward—these existences that An Qing thought An Yu cared about were now advancing the revenge progress on their own.
Even if An Qing did nothing, she would be pushed along by these people.
Unless… she smashed the jar.
An Qing’s hand trembled slightly, her crimson eyes staring into nowhere.
She seemed to lack that courage.
The somewhat frail girl walked alone toward the staircase—today… was just like every other day.
But unlike usual, An Qing had forgotten the time and came straight out after getting ready.
She saw the small girl standing at the door, bidding farewell to Wang Man.
“Mm, thank you, Aunt Wang.”
The girl took the breakfast from Wang Man’s hand and was about to leave.
Almost subconsciously, An Qing stepped forward, slowly advancing toward An Yu.
She wanted to ask why An Yu had taken care of her.
Clearly, the entire An family was about to fall into An Qing’s hands.
Clearly, her status was being changed by An Qing.
The words were on the tip of An Qing’s tongue, but in the end, she didn’t say them.
As if sensing something, An Yu turned her head, that cute little face bearing no expression at all.
Seeing An Yu turn back, An Qing stood there dazed, subconsciously swallowing, but unable to make any other reaction.
Unfortunately, An Yu only glanced back, then made no further movement.
She just turned and opened the An family’s front door, leaving the luxurious villa.
Without looking back.
Leaving An Qing with only a closed door, and Wang Man standing there with a face full of confusion.
And… this empty An family.
An Qing stood in place, pretending nothing was wrong as she blinked, then turned and left.
She hadn’t eaten breakfast yet… she needed to eat at the dining table.
Every day was like this, so today was no exception.
Just like An Yu, who left early every day to avoid An Qing—even if she ran into An Qing, it was no exception.
Even yesterday, with that accident, it was still no exception.
Nothing special—everything was proceeding normally.
Except for An Qing’s accelerating heartbeat, nothing was special.
After seeing An Yu off, An Qing even forgot how she got back to the dining table.
On the table, the breakfast prepared by Wang Man was already set.
Today, the only one who needed breakfast besides the early-departed An Yu was An Qing alone.
“Miss An Qing, your breakfast is ready.”
“…” An Qing lowered her head in silence, her gaze not shifting even a bit.
“Miss An Qing?”
Only after Wang Man reminded her again did An Qing come to her senses.
She lifted her head, immediately seeing Wang Man’s face full of doubt.
“Mm, thank you.”
An Qing nodded silently, then began eating breakfast.
Speaking of which, she had originally planned to drive Wang Man out on her birthday.
But saying drive out—actually, it was just finding an excuse to make Wang Man temporarily leave the An family, the kind with paid leave.
Although An Qing wanted to thoroughly isolate An Yu, it had to be said that Wang Man could be considered the most innocent in the An family.
Having this job wasn’t easy, and she did it well.
So An Qing didn’t plan to cut off her livelihood.
But too many accidents happened afterward—her plans couldn’t proceed.
This matter was temporarily delayed.
As for now, if An Qing wanted, she had plenty of ways to drive away this chef aunt who leaned toward An Yu.
But An Qing had no motivation to do such a thing.
Just let it be—driving away Wang Man to isolate An Yu; An Qing felt not the slightest bit of meaning in such things.
She had no idea what An Yu was thinking, but An Yu’s every action could easily affect her.
Sometimes she wondered if what she wanted was revenge on An Yu… or something else unspeakable.
An Qing thought like this, mechanically repeating the actions with her hands, sending the breakfast into her mouth bite by bite.
Just like every day, everything as usual.
When she finished eating, she stood up alone, shouldered her bag alone, walked out the An family’s front door alone.
Then got into the An family’s car, heading to school to prepare for classes.
As always.
…
The girl sat in the car with her eyes closed, resting—for some reason, she had put that broken hairpin in her clothes pocket.
A broken thing couldn’t be given as a gift.
Even if she wanted to mock, An Qing at least had to give a complete one.
But she still brought it.
Even though she no longer planned to give it to An Yu.
Why?
An Qing now not only didn’t understand An Yu—gradually, she even began not to understand herself.
“Young Miss, we’ve arrived at the school.”
The car pulled over, and the An family’s driver reminded her.
“Mm, thank you.”
An Qing opened her eyes, a bit of fatigue in her gaze.
As always, she nodded, then left the car, walking on the path to school.
The school was filled with the breath of youth, but all this seemed out of place with An Qing.
Clearly thinking of nothing, yet giving the impression of being full of worries.
Just like that, she forgot the smile that should be on her face, step by step heading to her class.
An Qing arrived at the classroom door—the class was already lively.
She subconsciously wanted to adjust her expression, because this was what she did every day after her rebirth.
But did this really have meaning?
Thinking this, An Qing still put on that nearly perfect smile.
She walked into the class, immediately seeing a few girls chatting with An Yu.
This, too, was like usual—nothing special.
But today’s An Qing was stunned for a moment.
Her hand holding the bag trembled lightly—in this instant, she finally realized something.
No matter what happened yesterday.
Her and An Yu’s daily life wouldn’t change at all.
But a girl who had seen the light—could she really accept such a reality?