“See you tomorrow, Ning Wanciu.”
An Yu waved lightly at Ning Wanciu.
Her expression remained as unchanging as ever.
Yet for some reason, it felt gentler than usual.
“See you tomorrow, An Yu.”
Ning Wanciu smiled and turned to leave.
Perhaps… it was only her imagination.
An illusion created because she had fallen even deeper.
Ning Wanciu subconsciously placed a hand over her chest. Her heart was pounding hard.
“See you tomorrow.”
Her cherry lips parted slightly as she murmured the words once more to herself.
But An Yu did not hear them.
An Yu watched Ning Wanciu’s retreating figure, blinking gently without saying a word.
She turned around, reached out, and unlocked the villa’s front door with her fingerprint.
There was nothing in particular she needed to do today.
After returning to the An family home, An Yu headed straight for her room.
She planned to play games with Ning Dongli.
However, something about the house felt strange?
An Yu subconsciously stopped in her tracks and tilted her head in confusion.
It felt different from usual. But what exactly was it?
【Host!】
The System Lady anxiously tried to warn her, but it was clearly too late.
An Yu’s body stiffened as she suddenly felt someone grab her arm.
She slowly turned her head and saw An Qing standing right in front of her with a dark, gloomy expression, lost in thought.
“An Qing…?”
An Yu blinked, not understanding what was wrong with An Qing.
It was then that she realized what felt strange about the house.
It was too quiet.
The house was far too quiet.
Normally, even if the servants weren’t cleaning, Wang Man should have been cooking in the kitchen.
But now, all those sounds had completely vanished.
The only thing remaining was the somewhat agitated breathing of the girl before her.
An Qing didn’t speak. She simply gripped An Yu’s arm tightly, staring at her with an incredibly cold gaze.
For some reason, she looked angry.
An Yu wasn’t surprised that An Qing was angry.
To her, they were enemies, so it was only natural.
An Yu slightly raised her head.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of fear in her amber eyes.
“What do you want?”
Whatever An Qing wanted to do didn’t matter to her.
From the day she transmigrated here, she had already accepted her fate. She wasn’t afraid of An Qing, nor did she feel anything special toward her.
Because to her, they were simply strangers.
She… An Yu had never hurt An Qing.
Not in the past, not now, and never in the future.
Hearing An Yu’s question, An Qing finally moved.
She lowered her head and met An Yu’s amber eyes.
Even though An Yu was looking at her, those beautiful eyes held no reflection of her.
They were filled only with indifference.
Just as she had understood — in An Yu’s heart, she was nothing more than a passerby.
An Qing bit her lip in displeasure.
“An Yu… what is your relationship with Ning Wanciu?”
Almost subconsciously, An Qing asked the question she hadn’t originally intended to ask.
Asking this was purely an instinctive reaction.
Because she had just seen the two of them embracing in front of the An family villa.
She couldn’t clearly see An Yu’s face, but she could see Ning Wanciu’s expression clearly.
That girl… that look… that expression!!
“Why are you asking this?”
An Yu blinked. Confusion filled her amber eyes.
She didn’t understand why An Qing was suddenly asking about this. Ning Wanciu had nothing to do with her.
Seeing An Yu’s reaction, An Qing clenched her teeth. The irritation in her eyes was almost tangible.
This was the last thing she wanted to hear.
What An Qing wanted was an answer, not An Yu questioning her motives.
“Don’t question me back. I want the answer!”
She pulled An Yu closer, forcing their bodies nearer.
The overwhelming irritation made An Qing lose control of her emotions, and she unconsciously raised her voice.
But she quickly regained her composure. The person in front of her was An Yu.
She still had many things she wanted to ask.
She couldn’t… mess this up.
An Yu rarely frowned. She looked at An Qing, who had suddenly erupted emotionally only to slowly calm down again, feeling somewhat baffled.
However, from the looks of it, An Qing didn’t seem to want to fight right now.
Otherwise, she would have simply grabbed her and locked her up.
“Today, please answer my questions.”
An Qing forcibly set aside her past hatred and tried her best to lower her stance.
“I’m sorry… Please… At least for today… At least…”
Today, she had to get the answers she wanted from An Yu’s mouth.
An Yu blinked and looked at An Qing in silence for a moment.
“We are friends. Best friends.”
She spoke slowly, explaining her relationship with Ning Wanciu.
At least… that was what she believed.
Ning Wanciu was the most special and important friend, because aside from being a friend, she also served as her exclusive big pillow.
“I see.”
An Qing pressed her lips together. Her crimson eyes looked somewhat dim as unknown thoughts swirled in her mind.
“I’ve answered.”
An Yu spoke calmly while glancing at her arm, which was still being tightly gripped.
“Let go. It hurts.”
Her eyes were half-lidded, completely devoid of emotion.
An Yu was somewhat surprised that An Qing had suddenly grabbed her, but she wasn’t caught off guard.
No matter what you do, the reborn heroine would never forget past grudges just because of friendly behavior.
That was how it always went in the stories she had read. Just like An Qing.
Even if An Yu did nothing, gave everything to her, and even took care of her, she would still end up being retaliated against in the end.
From the very beginning, An Yu’s decision had been the right one.
She didn’t care about hatred, protagonists, or villains.
“An Qing, are you listening?”
An Yu no longer wanted to deal with her.
She wanted to return to her room and play games.
Ning Dongli had given her many games that she hadn’t played yet.
“I’m listening.”
An Qing lowered her head with a dark expression. Surprisingly, she actually did as An Yu said.
She released her tight grip on An Yu’s arm and didn’t press further.
However, because her questions weren’t finished yet, she had no intention of letting An Yu leave.
She had only let go because An Yu said it hurt.
“You still can’t leave.”
An Qing spoke calmly.
Then she grabbed An Yu’s shoulders, forcefully pushed her down onto the sofa, lifted one leg to kneel on the cushion, and leaned over her.
An Yu was pinned beneath An Qing. She looked up at her with some confusion.
This was already the second time she had been pressed down by An Qing.
The previous time was when An Qing wasn’t fully conscious.
This time was clearly different.
“My questions aren’t finished yet, An Yu.”
An Qing spoke softly.
Her voice was incredibly cold, yet it carried a faint trace of longing.