A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 62

After half an hour in the dream, Meng Ziqing successfully pulled Qin Yue out of the room to sunbathe.

She succeeded, but also failed.

She had bullied the child too much and made her sister cry.

The twelve-year-old girl cried silently, her tears falling one by one.

They landed on Meng Ziqing’s neck, the warm, wet feeling making Meng Ziqing feel helpless.

After a lot of coaxing, she finally took the tear-stained Little Qin Yue’s hand and followed Ms. Song Xian to her flower room.

The filter of childhood made Meng Ziqing remember her home having a large and beautiful flower room.

But in reality, Meng Ziqing’s flower room wasn’t very large; it was open-air, with narrow pathways between the flower stands, just wide enough for two or three people to walk through.

Its advantage lay in the sheer variety of flowers. The place was a riot of color, with tender green branches setting off the delicate, beautiful blossoms. The golden sunlight softly filtered down, creating a map of dappled light and shadow on the ground through the layers of flowers and leaves.

Little Meng Ziqing, being small, moved freely through the flower room, so it was natural for her to remember her family’s flower room as being large and beautiful.

Little Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing spent the entire afternoon there.

Little Qin Yue had never been exposed to painting before, so she spent almost the whole time watching how Meng Ziqing painted and tried to follow suit.

Eventually, she couldn’t keep up and simply stopped painting.

She sat on the side, resting her chin on her hands, watching the little friend intently paint.

She watched her put stroke after stroke onto the canvas, shining brightly in the area she excelled at.

Little Qin Yue didn’t like painting flowers and plants; she really wanted to paint Meng Ziqing.

However, she also knew that she had never painted before and was only proficient in finance and computer science, which she was interested in. Painting Meng Ziqing directly would only result in a crude imitation.

“I need to learn to paint properly later, then I’ll draw a portrait of my doll,” Little Qin Yue thought, distracted.

In the evening, Meng Ziqing stretched her little body, her joints popping, and decided to finish her sketching for the day.

They packed up their painting supplies and moved them back into the house together.

The flower room was open-air. In the summer, there was plenty of sunshine and rain, so it was important to develop the habit of bringing the art supplies inside promptly to prevent them from getting wet.

As Qin Yue carried the easel into the house and turned back to help Meng Ziqing with the paints, she suddenly felt a chill on her arm—a raindrop, followed by more.

It began to drizzle suddenly.

“Qin Yue, why are you standing there? It’s raining, hurry home and take shelter.”

Meng Ziqing, rushing out of the flower room with the paints, saw Little Qin Yue standing still and loudly reminded her to quickly get inside.

Then she watched as Little Qin Yue snapped back to attention, but instead of heading towards the eaves just a few steps away, she ran towards Meng Ziqing.

“Not bad, she knows the paints are heavy and is coming to help me carry them,” Meng Ziqing praised Little Qin Yue inwardly.

She quickened her steps, but just as she and Little Qin Yue got close, her expression suddenly changed.

She was lifted up, along with the paints, by Qin Yue, and the distance to her own house’s door grew greater.

Little Qin Yue, at a surprisingly fast speed, carried Meng Ziqing and the paints over to her own house next door.

Meng Ziqing panicked, yet didn’t dare to struggle, fearing that with the slippery road and the rain, Qin Yue might drop her. She could only shout, sounding slightly distraught, “I need to go to my own house! Why are you moving me from my house to yours!”

Accompanying the girl’s shout, a rumbling sound like a giant’s snore echoed across the sky.

The rain grew heavier.

It was said that the weather in Tibet was unpredictable today; it was starlit in the first half of the night, but now it was thundering and lightning, giving the impression of an impending storm.

Unsure of what she was dreaming, the girl in the bed was not sleeping well.

With tightly furrowed brows and murmuring indistinctly, Qin Yue, who had only recently recovered her memories and struggled to sleep, slowly opened her eyes.

She propped herself up, reached over Meng Ziqing with a long arm, and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow glow illuminated the side of the bed. Half of Meng Ziqing’s face was buried in the pillow, casting a small, soft shadow.

Qin Yue didn’t rush to wake her but propped her head on her elbow, gazing silently.

She gently raised a finger, tracing from her forehead to her eyes, then sliding past her nose to lightly touch her lips, and from her chin to her neck, meticulously outlining the features of the face.

“Long time no see,” Qin Yue murmured, her thick, long eyelashes drooping to conceal the complexity in her eyes.

After watching for a while, just as Qin Yue was about to wake Meng Ziqing, a voice came from the side.

“She’s having a memory dream,” the CP system spoke up, the small light ball shimmering with a blue glow.

“It’s best not to wake her now.”

Qin Yue’s hand paused, and she looked at it strangely. “You’ve finally decided to show yourself?”

The CP system could be seen by non-hosts, but it required extra energy.

In the previous few cycles, the CP system was financially generous and didn’t mind the small expense.

Unfortunately, times were different now.

After continuously going through three reboots, its massive fortune had long been squandered by its prodigal host.

Now, it was like thirty years of hard work gone back to square one, so it conserved energy wherever possible. It hadn’t appeared in front of people for a long time.

“I can’t communicate if I don’t come out…” the CP system complained weakly.

“After restarting three cycles, I save energy wherever I can, but I can’t save on basic communication,” it stated frankly.

“What time period is she recalling now?” Qin Yue didn’t press further, instead asking about Meng Ziqing’s situation.

“I’ve detected that 95% of it is her childhood memory from the first cycle,” the CP system answered honestly.

“It’s that time,” Qin Yue sighed, feeling a bit of a headache.

“Was there a problem back then?” the CP system was puzzled.

It had only arrived in the first cycle when the dating show began, which was the start of the original script, and was unaware of their past.

It could only tell from the three reboots that—

Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing were childhood sweethearts destined to be together.

“Could it be that Meng Ziqing had a bad temper back then and you two were fighting?”

“No…” Qin Yue shook her head. “Little Qingqing was like a Chihuahua back then, very fierce, and also very small.”

“Her bared teeth didn’t intimidate me.”

“It’s just… back then, my mother had passed away not long before, and I had some mental issues,” Qin Yue lowered her gaze, yet without any sense of shame, she stated firmly.

“It was me back then who was mentally ill.”

“Huh?”

“You must be sick in the head, Sis.”

In the dream, inside Qin Yue’s room, Meng Ziqing covered her face and cursed.

Despite all her precautions, Meng Ziqing was still hidden away in her room by Little Qin Yue.

She had been outsmarted.