After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 101

“Miss, Pei Lu has gone crazy.” The voice from the phone was clear in both An Yu and Lin Duxi’s ears, and both of them froze for a moment.

“Half an hour ago, Pei Lu suddenly started talking to himself, then frantically smashed things. Several people had to restrain him. His mental state wasn’t very good at that time.”

The person on the other end recounted the whole incident, though he didn’t understand why Pei Lu had lost control.

An Yu and Lin Duxi looked at each other, seeing the same suspicion reflected in each other’s eyes.

Lin Duxi spoke: “I understand.”

After hanging up, An Yu looked at Lin Duxi, and a sudden pang of sadness rose in her calm heart.

Knowing Pei Lu’s personality, the reason for his breakdown was likely a final confrontation with the system over energy, leaving them both weakened. Pei Lu’s energy couldn’t sustain the system, and the system had to survive in his mind by force.

Thinking this, An Yu’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably, yet her whole mind and vision were occupied by the person before her—they finally had no more obstacles.

Lin Duxi met her gaze, her cool eyes filled with a broken light that spread outward.

An Yu hadn’t had much time to be touched before she saw Lin Duxi wipe the corner of her wet eyes and then hug her arm.

“We need to see a doctor quickly.”

An Yu: “Isn’t it already fine?”

Lin Duxi shook her head: “No, the check-up must be completed first.” She was as stubborn as before.

Hearing this, An Yu lowered her head and smiled; her Lin Duxi was still the same one who worried about her.

Lin Duxi pulled An Yu around the hospital for several rounds. The final examination showed that An Yu had no serious issues—she was just overtired from staying up late.

Relieved by this result, An Yu looked at Lin Duxi, intending to tell her she was fine, only to see Lin Duxi quietly holding the medical report, her eyes glistening, ears faintly tinged red.

An Yu was taken aback, then remembered the doctor’s words about “staying up late” and blushed, awkwardly touching her nose.

Glancing at the corridor window, she realized it was already dark—they had been in the hospital for hours.

“It’s already so late,” An Yu murmured.

Lin Duxi’s attention was drawn, and she also noticed the time.

“Let’s go eat,” An Yu grabbed her hand and led her downstairs without hesitation.

It was impossible to go to the restaurant they originally wanted, so they found a lively small eatery nearby, reminiscent of the little alley restaurant they had visited in the park before. It was delicious.

Later, An Yu drove Lin Duxi to the airport.

Although they had just made their relationship public and were about to start a long-distance relationship, An Yu could only swallow the lingering reluctance in her heart.

The night lights and neon reflected in their eyes, making them glimmer.

They parked by the airport with some time before Lin Duxi’s flight. The car played a soothing, unknown song. An Yu held Lin Duxi’s hand, enjoying the last moments together.

Somehow, the song’s gentle rhythm seemed to flow through their hearts, stirring shivers. The car’s confined space warmed, faintly catching the sound of fabric brushing against skin.

Lin Duxi leaned her head on An Yu’s shoulder, blushing, breathing heavily. An Yu also panted; neither wanted to let go, clinging to each other for warmth.

Back home, time passed quickly. Lin Duxi was busy with her next film promotion, and An Yu often had hectic shooting schedules. Their rare moments of connection were limited to nightly calls, falling asleep listening to each other’s voices.

During this period, An Yu learned that Lin Duxi needed to see a psychologist. Though she had suspected it, hearing Lin Duxi speak about it formally made her feel as if something inside her shattered.

Particularly, seeing Lin Duxi remain calm, as if merely reporting her work schedule, weighed heavily on An Yu’s heart. Her eyes stung, prompting Lin Duxi to tease her, but when An Yu wiped her tears and looked up, she saw undeniable sorrow in Lin Duxi’s eyes.

An Yu’s heart jolted; just as it had begun to calm, it ached again. She eventually forced herself to hang up the phone.

She wanted to go see Lin Duxi, but was stopped.

In the following days, Lin Duxi reassured her until her anxiety gradually eased. She even promised to bring An Yu along for her next therapy session. Their longing for each other grew stronger.

After the final scene of filming, An Yu, holding a bouquet, stood for the group photo, then hurried home.

The previous night, she had told Lin Duxi on the phone about the wrap. Lin Duxi’s voice had been full of joy, still sending tremors through An Yu’s heart upon recall.

It had been a long time since they had seen each other; video calls were no substitute for seeing each other in person. Every encounter filled An Yu’s heart and eyes with anticipation. Even when she encountered fans at the airport, hearing them tease her about being eager to see her girlfriend, she just smiled and admitted it, eliciting approving murmurs.

Lin Duxi had work that afternoon, so she could not pick her up. On the way home, An Yu’s car stopped in front of a flower shop. By the time she resumed driving, she had a flourishing bouquet of roses in her hand.

Back home at last, An Yu threw her luggage into her room, then, without looking back, used her fingerprint to open Lin Duxi’s door, placed the flowers on the table, and went about her other tasks.

When Lin Duxi returned, she saw An Yu in loungewear placing dishes on the table. Beside her, the lush roses glistened with water droplets in the light, as radiant as the person standing quietly next to them—a presence etched into Lin Duxi’s heart, the only light in her dark night.

“You’re back,” she said softly, looking at the person she longed for, who handed her the flowers.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” An Yu smiled.

Lin Duxi finally allowed the flowers some attention: “Beautiful.” But the person before her was even more beautiful.

An Yu’s smile widened: “I saw them on the way here and thought you’d like them.”

Lin Duxi took the flowers, her eyes shimmering with muted light: “I really like them. We can use them for a bath tonight.”

An Yu: “Hm?”

Online, discussions about their relationship, after the initial heated debates, gradually lessened, though new things constantly took the spotlight.

Yet on the fan forum, a superfan somehow found hidden content from past data. She pieced together information from online searches and the couple’s personal accounts, uncovering a sweet secret:

“Look what I found! Lin Duxi and An Yu’s graduation photo!”

“What? Lin Duxi and An Yu? They were high school classmates?!”

“Not just that—they were in the same class. Here’s the picture. I suspected they knew each other early, so I checked college records. They weren’t at the same university. Before their debut in ‘Night Color Like Frost,’ they had little contact. Then I remembered Lin Duxi’s blackened reputation in high school, and I found a six-year-old video on their official public account. At 1:37, there’s a photo of them together!”

Though the photo was a screenshot and the quality poor, it was still possible to recognize the two delicate girls.

They wore loose blue-and-white school uniforms, slender figures swaying with long hair flowing. The photo conveyed motion despite being still.

Lin Duxi and An Yu held red school celebration stickers, ready to place them on the school gate. Their gazes met midair, and they couldn’t help but smile—this moment was just too beautiful, perfectly captured by the camera.

At the bottom left corner, two lines of small text read:

Class 2-3, An Yu; Class 2-3, Lin Duxi.

“Ahhh, same class! So it was foreshadowed so early?”

“The eyes in this photo aren’t innocent, too scandalous!”

“The school did well—releasing sugar this early!”

“The atmosphere is perfect, and they’ve always looked so beautiful!”

“They knew each other so early—why didn’t they keep in touch?!”

“Maybe it was a secret relationship. If they had some conflict, they’ve resolved it now. We just need to bless them and enjoy the sugar.”

Online, the excitement over An Yu and Lin Duxi’s relationship grew. Eventually, #AnYuLinDuxiChildhoodSweethearts# quietly topped trending searches. Comments were full of shock and blessings.

An Yu and Lin Duxi were completely unaware. In the room filled with the scent of blooming roses, passion lingered.

Moonlight highlighted silver strands in the glow, blending with rose petals, immersing everything in fragrance.

Lin Duxi leaned against An Yu, finding a comfortable position to sleep. Her nose was slightly sweaty, still faintly carrying a scent.

An Yu held her tightly, listening to her shallow breathing settle, before rising from bed.

When she had just returned, she noticed a bottle of medicine in Lin Duxi’s room—she remembered it clearly from a previous visit, then thinking it was just headache medicine.

Her heart twitched, a nameless feeling fermenting, sour and tear-inducing.

She went to the living room to drink several cups of water, finally calming her turbulent emotions.

When she returned to bed, the person beside her suddenly wrapped around her, gently rubbing her back in comfort.

An Yu’s heart jolted, freezing for a moment, then she clutched the person in her arms, her eyes slightly reddened.

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