After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 109

It was unclear how many days An Yu had been staying at home. Apart from eating and sleeping, all she did was sit on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall opposite her as it changed from white to black.

Time seemed to lose all meaning for her. She could only feel her heart aching in sharp, stinging jolts. Eventually, she didn’t even know whether it was relief or numbness—because it no longer hurt.

These past few days, whenever her parents came to bring her food, they couldn’t help but pay extra attention to her state. Watching their daughter grow thinner and her spirit weaker day by day, they felt deep pain and began to doubt whether their decisions had been the right ones.

But what had happened had already happened. An Yu and Lin Duxi had broken up, and that was an indisputable fact.

After discussing with An Yu, her parents decided to go abroad earlier than originally planned.

An Yu didn’t object—she didn’t care whether they left or not. Her chest felt empty, as if only a hollow shell remained, and she had lost interest in everything.

Whenever she opened her eyes, it was Lin Duxi she saw. An Yu felt disconnected from herself; she knew this was withdrawal, but she hadn’t expected it to hurt this much or last this long.

The next day, they were leaving. An Yu got up and packed her things simply. In a corner, she found the drawings she had once made for Lin Duxi. She stared at that box of drawings all afternoon, only managing to lift her spirits as the sun set, wiping away her tears before continuing to pack.

The villa was dark; it felt as if she was the only person there. An Yu called for her parents several times but received no response. Confused, she pushed open their bedroom door.

At Jiangcheng People’s Hospital, even in the dead of night, the place was unusually noisy. Doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed stretchers into the emergency room. The remaining girl was left outside, leaning against the wall in despair before collapsing to the ground, shivering all over.

After an unknown amount of time, the red light of the emergency room went out. The creak of the door opening made An Yu lift her head sharply. The redness in her eyes startled the doctor.

“It’s nothing serious. They can be transferred to the ward. Right now, all your parents need to do is rest, and you should get some rest as well,” the doctor reassured her.

An Yu felt the tension in her entire body release. She staggered to stand but her legs buckled, almost causing her to fall—luckily, the housekeeper caught her. She murmured, “Thank you.”

Her parents were transferred to a ward. After the housekeeper quickly arranged everything with the nurses, he was about to escort An Yu home, only to find that the girl who had been staring at the window-side bed was already gone.

An Yu had rushed into a bathroom stall and was letting all her emotions out, shivering violently. She had truly thought she might lose her parents.

The relief of surviving such a calamity was immediately followed by endless fear. She could hardly bear to think of what had just happened.

But they were safe now. Nothing had happened.

An Yu stayed in the bathroom for half an hour. Once she had composed herself, she stepped out, finding the corridor calm and quiet again. Her legs were numb from squatting for so long, so she leaned on the wall as she made her way toward her parents’ ward.

On one side of the corridor, a haggard woman sat with her hands covering her head, sighing deeply.

As An Yu passed by, she glanced at her, intending to look away, but her gaze froze.

The deputy director was sitting there, sighing repeatedly. What had been happening recently? Why did so many accidents keep happening in their orphanage?

Her mind was in a mess—the more she tried to sort it, the more chaotic it became. She lowered her hands and looked up, and unexpectedly, she saw someone.

“Xiao An, are you here to see Xiao Xi?” The deputy director didn’t know about what had happened between An Yu and Lin Duxi. In her eyes, they were still very good friends.

An Yu’s heart jolted sharply, like a needle piercing it. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but before she could speak, she realized a very serious problem.

“Lin Duxi? What happened to her?” An Yu’s lips trembled, her voice hoarse from shock.

The deputy director looked her over. Her thin short-sleeve shirt clearly offered little protection from the cold night, her lips pale and eyes red—she, too, seemed to have experienced something. She sighed deeply, standing up and leading An Yu to a side ward.

Upon opening the door, An Yu’s gaze immediately fell on the haggard girl on the hospital bed, wearing a patient’s gown and hooked up to an IV. Her skin was pale to the point of having no color.

An Yu’s eyes widened. She could hardly believe what she was seeing.

“Xiao Xi has been running a fever. We don’t know why she didn’t tell us or take medicine and just locked herself in her room to fend for herself. The doctor said that if we hadn’t found her in time, it might really have been…” The deputy director choked, leaning on a wall as she quietly sobbed, unable to finish her sentence.

An Yu felt her long-numbed heart stir once again, repeatedly pierced by the sight of the girl’s fragile breathing.

How could this happen? Just a few days ago, she had seen her strong and firm, telling her about the breakup, and now she looked as fragile as a blank sheet of paper.

Within a single day, so many things had happened that An Yu couldn’t think straight. She stiffly moved to Lin Duxi’s bedside, her hand trembling as she traced the contours of her face and brows in the air.

In her peripheral vision, a bracelet caught her eye—the purple rose pattern reflecting light. She froze, staring at it.

Noticing her reaction, the deputy director recalled An Yu’s earlier behavior. She must have encountered something unpleasant and said: “It’s late, Xiao An. You should rest. I’m here, and Xiao Xi will be fine.”

An Yu withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes to Lin Duxi’s pale cheeks.

“When she wakes up, tell me. I’ll come see her first thing tomorrow,” she said. Then she turned stiffly and left, pausing at the ward door to glance deeply at the haggard girl, as if trying to imprint her onto her mind.

An Yu stayed in her parents’ ward for the entire night, sitting in the corridor with a foggy head as the events of the past days replayed, like a tangled ball of thread, until sunrise, when she finally managed two blurry hours of sleep.

Upon waking, she found her parents already up. She entered and couldn’t hold back her tears. After asking, she learned that their earlier actions had been driven by shock over the company’s bankruptcy, but fortunately, they had been saved.

An Yu was furious, warning them not to indulge in reckless thoughts again.

Later, the nurses came, and the doctors checked their condition to ensure nothing serious, only recommending more rest. An Yu left the ward.

She went downstairs to clear her mind and suddenly caught the smell of food. She realized she hadn’t eaten all day.

Arriving at a restaurant, she was about to order when her hand froze. In the end, she only ordered some congee to take back with her.

Back at the hospital, An Yu clutched the congee tightly, pondering why she was bringing food to Lin Duxi. They had broken up—wasn’t this just inviting trouble for herself?

She thought she was crazy, and so was Lin Duxi. Hadn’t they broken up? Why was she still holding onto the bracelet An Yu had thrown back?

But Lin Duxi was still alive!

Along the way, An Yu’s emotions shifted from confusion to anger, and finally to concern when she thought of Lin Duxi’s pale face. By the time she reached the ward, all her anger had disappeared.

An Yu leaned to the side, peering through the glass. Lin Duxi had already woken, sitting on the bed with her head down, seemingly doing something, though An Yu couldn’t see what. Yet she clearly caught a glimmer in Lin Duxi’s dark eyes, like a lone sprout growing in dry soil, yet even that small sprout seemed on the verge of withering. An Yu’s heart ached slightly.

Perhaps her gaze was too focused. Lin Duxi, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her eyes. Their eyes met and froze in the air.

An Yu was stunned, instinctively wanting to look away. Her hand was burned slightly by the congee before she realized what had happened. She exhaled, feeling inexplicably nervous, then put on a cold, indifferent face as she entered.

Lin Duxi’s gaze remained fixed on An Yu. Her body seemed like a puppet, drawn by An Yu’s presence, staring blankly as An Yu approached.

An Yu felt her face heat up. Lin Duxi’s unguarded gaze was impossible to ignore, but she scolded herself silently and kept up her cold demeanor.

“The deputy director asked me to bring this,” An Yu said coldly.

With her icy expression, she placed the congee on the cabinet, opened the bag, and was about to lift the lid when she noticed the bracelet in Lin Duxi’s hand. Her cold expression almost shattered.

So Lin Duxi had been looking at the bracelet.

An Yu’s confusion, along with blame and a bit of anger, surged—but seeing Lin Duxi so weak, she decided to wait before asking questions.

“The deputy director bought this for you. Drink it quickly.” She offered the congee to Lin Duxi.

Lin Duxi didn’t move. From the moment An Yu entered, she had remained motionless, only staring at her with wide eyes, full of shock and disbelief.

It was Ah Yu. Ah Yu had come for her.

The person she had thought she’d never see again had suddenly appeared. She almost felt as if it were an illusion, unable to process anything An Yu said.

Seeing Lin Duxi’s dazed expression, An Yu’s anger dissolved into exasperation. She opened the congee, scooped a spoonful, and held it to Lin Duxi’s lips.

“Drink.” Her tone was stiff, forcing out coldness.

Lin Duxi came back to her senses. The warm congee touched her lips; she opened her mouth to swallow it, still staring at An Yu, her pupils trembling. She was obedient in a way that seemed unnatural.

An Yu, seeing her actually drink, panicked slightly. She had intended a small act of revenge by not checking if it was too hot. She hurriedly scooped another spoonful and fed her, burning herself in the process.

Seeing Lin Duxi’s reaction, she couldn’t help but smile faintly. Her haggard state transformed instantly into gentleness.

An Yu exhaled sharply, thinking: “You can drink it even though it’s so hot?”

Lin Duxi just smiled silently. She still hadn’t fully recovered from the shock of seeing An Yu.

An Yu, not wanting to delay further, was about to scoop more congee when she realized a small problem.

The spoon Lin Duxi used had also touched her lips. That meant an indirect kiss!

But they had broken up. Was continuing like this appropriate? Yet there was only one spoon. What else could she use?

An Yu’s head ached. She thought she shouldn’t have eaten. Now she was stuck!

She glanced at Lin Duxi, who was still looking at her gently, seemingly oblivious to the spoon, so An Yu tried to act naturally. She scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Lin Duxi’s lips.

“The deputy director said you should finish it. Drink quickly.”

Lin Duxi curved her eyes and opened her mouth to drink.

Because, in this IF timeline, An Yu’s parents did not die due to system interference. Xiao An and Xiao Lin are dating seriously. After all, our guiding principle is: sweetness!

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