After the lingering sensation faded, all that was left was endless emptiness and a loss of morality.
Her mood was far from pleasant. Lying on the bed, it was only after Bai Lu had left for a long time that Lu Weizhu finally got up.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, she stared at her feet.
A new message came on her phone. After yet another self-degradation, she finally received the message she had been waiting for.
“Sorry for the trouble. I’ll delete the recommendation post right away.”
Lu Weizhu glanced at the message on her phone screen, then turned off the phone.
Unlike before, she hadn’t suffered any physical pain this time, but she still felt just as unhappy.
“Sigh… It should be fine now, right…”
Rubbing her fingertips together, Lu Weizhu closed her eyes.
She jumped off the bed, her legs a little weak, and wiped herself down twice with a towel.
Exhausted in both body and mind, Lu Weizhu had no desire to go out.
She returned to her bedroom, wrapped herself in her blanket, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, Lu Weizhu was standing on the rooftop of a thirty-story building.
Sitting on the low cement wall, Lu Weizhu swung her legs. The wind on the rooftop was especially strong, her long hair fluttering and obscuring much of her view. “Why… why am I here?”
Lu Weizhu felt lost.
She climbed down from the low wall and, turning around, saw the sister she’d been longing for. Dressed in a thin hospital gown, her face was pale and her lips were cracked.
“Weiyu? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the hospital? Let me take you back.”
Lu Weizhu stepped forward, reaching out her hand.
The girl before her was silent, taking a step back, dodging Lu Weizhu’s hand.
“Weiyu?”
“You’re so dirty.”
The familiar voice sounded in her ear. In her vision, Lu Weiyu’s eyes were filled with undisguised disgust.
Lu Weizhu’s heart skipped a beat. She… was so dirty? A sense of foreboding crept in.
“You… you know everything?”
Lu Weizhu kept moving forward, wanting to grab Lu Weiyu’s hand, her voice trembling.
“Mm, I know it all. I’m so disappointed in you. How could you let yourself fall this low?”
The girl in her sight kept retreating, always maintaining a distance from Lu Weizhu. Her heart ached, and Lu Weizhu’s pupils contracted.
“I just… ah, I did it for you, Weiyu, I…”
“You’re not my sister. I don’t have a sister like you.” As the words fell, the string in Lu Weizhu’s heart snapped. She lost all strength and fell to her knees.
“Wei… Weiyu?”
“I hate you. You’re disgusting. I never want to be your sister, not even in my next life.”
With sharp words that pierced Lu Weizhu’s fragile mental defenses, the girl turned and fled.
Her heart aching, she couldn’t think of anything else. Lu Weizhu scrambled to her feet and chased after Lu Weiyu, unwilling to lose this sister.
She ran with everything she had, even if her lungs were about to burst—she just wanted to grab Lu Weiyu’s hand, to hold onto her.
But Lu Weizhu was never able to catch up to the girl. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between them that could never be broken.
Right before Lu Weizhu’s eyes, Lu Weiyu climbed over the low wall and leapt off the rooftop.
“Weiyu!”
Rushing to the edge, reaching out, Lu Weizhu tried to grab something. Her fingertips brushed against soft fabric, but then it slipped away, and she was left clutching nothing but air.
Tears slid down Lu Weizhu’s cheeks.
“I…”
“Lu Weizhu, I never expected you to be this kind of person.”
Before Lu Weizhu could recover from her grief, another familiar voice rang out.
It was Bai Yun.
She was dressed in the maid outfit from when they first met, her hair tied in a high ponytail.
Unlike the gentle Bai Yun she remembered, the store manager’s face was now full of disgust, glaring viciously at Lu Weizhu.
“Yun-jie, Yun-jie, Weiyu, she… I…”
“You’re fired. My café doesn’t need filthy trash like you.”
A contract was torn up, scattering in pieces all around.
“Wait… wait, I can explain…”
Slumping to the ground, Lu Weizhu reached for the floating scraps of paper, but she couldn’t grab a single one.
“Our relationship ends here.”
Without mercy, her best friend turned and left, gradually disappearing from view.
Lu Weizhu opened her mouth, but couldn’t say a word.
Tears poured forth as she sat there in a daze. Everything had happened so suddenly—she had lost everything in an instant.
“…What is this… Why is this happening?”
“Yo, isn’t this the little homewrecker?”
Another voice sounded—this time, not someone important, but a demon who brought only pain.
Another demon followed behind.
“You got dumped? Tsk, how pathetic.”
“If you ask me, filthy trash like you should just die. What’s the point of living? You’re only an eyesore to others.”
With biting sarcasm, Ning Wan spat out her words. “You want me… dead?”
Her vision blurred by tears, Lu Weizhu murmured to herself.
“If you get it, then hurry up and die already, you relationship-wrecking wench.”
“But… but she came to me first…”
“But you still agreed, didn’t you?”
“You… uh… ugh…”
Lu Weizhu tried to say more, but Bai Lu grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground. The terrifying memories of suffocation surged back, and she struggled desperately.
Her back slammed hard against the cement wall, and little by little, Lu Weizhu was pushed halfway outside the wall.
The next moment, she started to fall, memories flashing through her mind.
“Is this the end? Am I really going to die? Do I really… deserve to die?”
She spread her arms, stretched out her left hand, opened her palm, and after a moment, closed her eyes, waiting for death to come.
She didn’t know how much time passed. Her body crashed heavily to the ground, but there was no searing pain—no angel, no demon.
Lu Weizhu saw only darkness, something blocking her view.
“Ugh… mmm…”
Twisting and struggling, she fought to move, and a sliver of light appeared in the darkness.
1
“Ha… ha… ha…” Sitting up suddenly, Lu Weizhu forced her eyes open.
It was already noon the next day.
She sat on her own bed, drenched in sweat.
“Was… that a nightmare?”
Her shirt was soaked. Lu Weizhu stared blankly at the white wall.
She pressed her lips together.
“What a horrible nightmare…”
Lu Weizhu got up, barefoot, and left the bedroom, then leaned over the balcony in the living room.
“I knew it, Weiyu and Yun-jie would never say such cruel things to me…”
She mumbled to herself, but deep down felt a surge of relief—that it had all been just a terrible dream.
“…It’s fine, it’s fine, nothing will happen.”
Lu Weizhu pressed her hand against her chest.
Worried as she was, she denied it with her words, but in her heart, Lu Weizhu once again resolved never to let those she cared about see her filthy side.
She would never let her dream become reality.
“It’s still best to appear obedient to Ning Wan and Bai Lu…”
Lu Weizhu recalled Bai Lu’s embrace last night.
Being held felt comfortable, warm—but it was only a false gentleness. Once used up, she would still be kicked aside.
Leaning against the balcony railing, Lu Weizhu took a moment to compose herself, washed up briefly, took her phone, and slowly made her way to the hospital.