After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 38

“Baixi Temple is located on Baixi Mountain. It is famous for its fortune-telling and blessings, and every traveler who comes to climb Baixi Mountain absolutely cannot miss it. This afternoon’s activity is to visit Baixi Temple and pray for blessings. It’s already afternoon, and the temperature at the mountaintop has dropped, so everyone should prepare accordingly,” Qiao Qingzhou reminded the group thoughtfully through a megaphone.

After speaking, she let everyone leave the dining hall to get their things. An Yu was about to go to her room to grab a few thick clothes to give to Lin Duxi, but before she could move, her wrist was gently held by a soft hand.

An Yu turned around and saw that it was Lin Duxi.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Lin Duxi’s body had mostly recovered after resting and taking in nutrition, and her complexion had returned to a healthy pink. At that moment, she was dressed in her own clothes, which weren’t warm enough.

A window in the dining hall had been opened, and the wind blew inside, lifting the hem of her clothes. An Yu noticed the thin inner layer she was wearing.

Her gaze darkened, but before she could speak, Lin Duxi said:

“My thick clothes are still at my place. It’s cold outside now. I’ll give them back to you when we go back together.” Her words were firm, without a hint of doubt. Her eyes, clear as autumn waters, reflected An Yu’s figure. Slowly, her fingers intertwined with An Yu’s.

Seeing her completely unconcerned about herself, An Yu could only sigh. “I don’t have any other thick clothes. Your body is too weak to be exposed to the cold.” She then released Lin Duxi’s hand and zipped up her jacket, preserving warmth.

“Go back to your room first; I’ll go get your medicine.” After adjusting Lin Duxi’s collar, An Yu turned and left the dining hall, leaving Lin Duxi standing in the middle, smiling faintly at her retreating figure.

Outside, the sky was darkening, and gusts of wind swept through the corridor, carrying a chill. An Yu instinctively tightened her coat around herself.

She returned to her room, opened her backpack, and looked through her remaining items. There was still some painkillers left and unfinished brown sugar ginger tea. Only the heat packs had already been used during the climb.

An Yu put the ginger tea into a thermos with hot water and took the painkillers with her to Lin Duxi’s room.

She knocked on the door, and finding it unlocked, she walked in.

Lin Duxi, now wearing An Yu’s thick coat, was sitting on the chair by the bed, focused on her phone. Noticing the sound, she looked up and turned off her phone screen.

“An Yu, you’re here,” she said, smiling as she got up.

An Yu handed her the thermos and the medicine. “This has hot water. Keep the painkillers with you. If it hurts, you can take one.”

Lin Duxi asked softly, “Aren’t you going to stay with me?”

An Yu was momentarily surprised. “No.” Then she added firmly, “If I keep the painkillers, you’d probably wait until the pain is unbearable to tell me. Better you have them now—take one whenever it hurts.”

Lin Duxi’s lips curved as she listened, and her eyes sparkled with warmth. “So you’re worried about me?”

An Yu paused, then looked out the window. “Just don’t want it to affect filming.”

Lin Duxi smiled. “Hmm, you’re very professional.”

An Yu: “…”

After An Yu left, Lin Duxi looked at the items she had left on the bedside. She opened her phone, where her private messages on Weibo were still on the screen.

Baixi Temple was very close to the guesthouse rented by the production team. An Yu had already spotted the temple when she went out for a walk.

As the director led the route toward the temple, the wind on the mountaintop lashed at them. Even in her thick coat, An Yu shivered. She instinctively looked toward Lin Duxi in front of her.

Lin Duxi wore the warmest coat An Yu had, so she should be fine. An Yu was about to look away when she saw Lin Duxi twist the lid off her thermos and sip some hot water.

An Yu couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Nearby, Xie An’an accidentally saw the way An Yu was looking at Lin Duxi. Her expression immediately became complicated, and she turned away with a tut-tut.

The production team had hired a guide at the base of the mountain. At the entrance to Baixi Temple, she hurriedly took out her microphone.

“Welcome everyone to Baixi Temple. You can call me Xiao Zhou.” She moved aside so the group could enter from a side door, explaining things along the way for both the participants and online viewers.

Baixi Temple was large, and as An Yu entered, she smelled the incense. It was not unpleasant; instead, it calmed her mind.

Inside the courtyard, incense smoke curled around, and tree shadows swayed. In the center, a large incense burner still emitted smoke from incense left by the previous visitors.

“Baixi Temple’s blessings are quite effective. Teachers can try it for themselves,” the guide pointed to several rooms containing Buddhist shrines.

“Up ahead, near the temple exit, there is a stone. Those seeking romance can pray there.”

[Romance! I’ll pray for my CP!]

[Pray for both!]

[Maybe they secretly went there to pray when no one was looking—that sounds like something they would do.]

An Yu went to one of the doors. A sign read “No Entry,” and a barrier was set up. She knelt on the prayer mat, joined her hands, and bowed three times respectfully.

Since realizing she was a character in a novel world, An Yu felt anything was possible, and her respect for deities and Buddha only grew.

“I hope to know the reason for my parents’ deaths, and I hope they rest in peace. Your daughter is living well now, so please be at ease,” she silently prayed.

Then she looked up at Lin Duxi, who stood in the courtyard holding lit incense, bowing to Buddha with utmost seriousness.

An Yu returned to bow to Buddha herself, silently wishing that Lin Duxi could live freely, unbound, and follow her heart.

Having finished her prayer, An Yu stood up to explore the temple. The atmosphere was solemn, and visitors respected the quiet, praying silently for themselves or their families.

An Yu walked to a tree in the back. Sunlight filtered through the swaying branches, casting patterned shadows on her. Only the sound of the wind in the leaves reached her ears, gradually calming her heart.

Facing the incense-filled temple, she knelt again on the prayer mat, joining her hands in sincere prayer.

Do people inevitably get trapped by what they dislike or fear? How can one escape such a predicament? An Yu remained kneeling for a long time.

Finally, she stood up, and unexpectedly saw Lin Duxi standing behind her.

“Lin Duxi, what are you doing here?” She asked, confusion briefly touching her otherwise calm eyes.

Lin Duxi looked at her, her heart tugged by An Yu’s gaze. She held out a red prayer plaque.

An Yu took it, noticing it was blank. “What’s this?”

Lin Duxi smiled slightly, tilting her head. “Qiao Director gave it to me. Each of us writes our names on it and prays for everyone in the name of Hello, Friend.”

An Yu, trusting her, took the pen Lin Duxi handed and wrote her name neatly on the plaque.

With no surface to write on, she concentrated to keep her handwriting straight, unaware of Lin Duxi’s slightly dark gaze beside her. Lin Duxi’s hands, held behind her back, clasped together, slightly sweating.

“Done.” An Yu handed the pen and plaque back. Their hands brushed unintentionally, and An Yu felt Lin Duxi’s slightly warmer touch. She frowned delicately.

“Still feeling uncomfortable?” she asked.

Lin Duxi, examining her plaque, saw An Yu’s neat handwriting and felt warm inside. She looked up at An Yu with soft, tender eyes.

“What’s wrong, An Yu?” she asked gently.

An Yu repeated her question. Lin Duxi shook her head with a faint smile. “Not uncomfortable. My body feels warm because your coat is too warm. I don’t want to take it off.”

She tugged at the collar of the coat, keeping it close to herself, breathing in An Yu’s scent.

Having learned from the previous incident, An Yu didn’t take her words at face value. She checked Lin Duxi’s forehead before finally letting her be.

“I told you, I won’t lie to you,” Lin Duxi said softly, pressing against An Yu’s hand on her forehead.

“What were you thinking just now? Can you tell me what you prayed for?” Lin Duxi asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.

An Yu moved her hand from Lin Duxi’s forehead, and their eyes met.

She smiled, recalling her private wish for Lin Duxi. Raising her index finger to her lips, she whispered mysteriously:

“Prayers lose their power if spoken aloud.”

Lin Duxi mirrored her words softly, perhaps repeating them, perhaps comforting her own curiosity.

An Yu was called away by staff to shoot a promotional video of Baixi Mountain, leaving Lin Duxi to wander the temple. She coincidentally ran into staff looking for her.

“Ms. Lin,” the staff called.

“Has everyone signed the prayer plaque Qiao Director asked you to prepare?”

Lin Duxi tilted her head, showing no emotion. “Sorry, I lost the prayer plaque earlier.”

The staff waved it off. “It’s okay, I’ll just get the others to sign again.”

“Thank you,” Lin Duxi replied sincerely.

Her clear, cool voice sounded like a mountain spring, making the staff tremble slightly. He hurried off, saying it was fine.

Listening to the fading footsteps, Lin Duxi lowered her gaze. Her dark eyes quivered slightly as she reached for the pocket of her coat. Something inside created a square crease.

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