After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 49

Blood, chaotic and red like roses, fell from the sky. The soft crimson fabric blocked the sunlight, spreading a sea of red everywhere.

The ground was covered in red, winding its way to Lin Duxi’s feet. She was gasping heavily, her eyes filled with chaotic red that covered her body. Her fair, exposed skin was invaded by the bright red. She looked at the vast expanse of red before her, and her heart clenched in instant, excruciating pain. She bent over, yet her eyes remained fixed on the red, and her mind kept returning to the thought of walking toward it.

Staggering and supporting herself, Lin Duxi moved step by step forward. The closer she got to the crimson, the heavier her steps became. Her heart felt pierced by countless blades, the pain so severe she could hardly breathe. Then she saw a person lying on the ground.

Her lover’s eyes were closed, as if she were sleeping deeply, peacefully. She was wearing a red dress, and brilliant roses grew from the concrete around her. Among the vast red, her fair skin shone even brighter.

“A-Yu.” Something blocked Lin Duxi’s throat; she had to summon all her strength just to whisper the name hoarsely.

Red rain fell from the sky, plopping onto the ground, dripping into the rose petals, falling onto An Yu’s body. Her fair skin was dyed, yet she remained calm, her eyes closed, allowing the rain to wash over her.

“No… no…” Lin Duxi collapsed in exhaustion onto the ground. Trembling, she reached out to wipe the rain off An Yu’s face, but no matter how she tried, she could not dry it. She gently placed her hand on An Yu’s face, holding her in her arms to shield her from the rain.

The raindrops soaked her dress, dirtying it. Lin Duxi’s eyes reddened, and she couldn’t help but sob.

“A-Yu… my A-Yu… my… don’t!”

“A-Yu!” Lin Duxi suddenly opened her eyes, gasping, her body drenched in cold sweat, sticky and wet, yet she paid it no mind.

Before her was a black tent, not the crimson path from her dream. Lin Duxi pulled open the tent zipper and hurried outside.

“A-Yu… A-Yu…” she murmured until she reached An Yu’s tent, where she finally stopped and crouched down.

Silence reigned, with only the moonlight illuminating her, casting a shadow on the tent.

Inside, the person seemed to be sleeping soundly, breathing lightly. Lin Duxi leaned down, listening to her, feeling a sense of solace. Only then did she realize she had returned from the tension of her nightmare.

That dream felt so familiar. The pain in her heart was real, still lingering in her body. Thinking of it caused her heart to tremble. She recalled it almost masochistically, until mist clouded her eyes.

Unable to resist, she shakily unzipped An Yu’s tent and saw her lying on her side, asleep. Lin Duxi’s gaze sank; the moonlight illuminated her, and her eyes were filled entirely with An Yu.

Without a second thought, Lin Duxi turned over and embraced An Yu, resting her head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent. Yesterday’s phone call and the nightmare-like fear rushed over her like a tide, enveloping her completely. Only by holding An Yu did her heavy heart feel slightly relieved.

Feeling slightly suffocated, An Yu gradually woke from her sleep. She opened her eyes and immediately sensed the binding around her body. Her heart sank, and she struggled to free herself.

“A-Yu.” The familiar voice by her ear was slightly hoarse from crying, gently tapping her eardrum. An Yu froze, catching a faint fragrance in the air.

“Lin Duxi, what’s wrong? Did you enter the wrong tent?”

Lin Duxi did not answer her question, continuing to press her head against her shoulder, murmuring, “Don’t move, this is my reward.” Her tone was possessive and insistent, her arms firmly holding An Yu.

An Yu paused, then remembered the reward she had promised Lin Duxi earlier. Slowly, she stopped struggling, allowing Lin Duxi to hold her.

“Sleep.”

“Mm.” Lin Duxi answered softly, leaning against her, letting the sense of security gradually replace her unease, calming her racing thoughts.

An Yu closed her eyes, her mind unexpectedly clear.

She wondered what had happened to Lin Duxi, why she had suddenly appeared in her tent and why she seemed so distressed. Even last night, she was still angry at An Yu for lying.

Before she could speak, Lin Duxi had already fallen asleep, holding her close.

Her gentle breaths brushed against An Yu’s ear, stirring a blush. An Yu lowered her eyes, turning to face Lin Duxi, who was sleeping uneasily, her body curled, hands clutching her clothes.

An Yu’s heart was heavy, feeling as if it were being pressed down. She looked at Lin Duxi’s sleeping face, reaching out to pull the blanket over her, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ears. In the dark, all her senses were heightened, and emotions surged uncontrollably. Her lips twitched.

“How can I control the pounding of my heart?”

The words merged with the quiet night, becoming part of the darkness. No one else heard them.

Lin Duxi was awakened by the noise outside, which made her already chaotic mind even more disoriented. She frowned, opening her eyes and instinctively reaching for the person next to her—but her hand found nothing.

Her heart plummeted as if free-falling from thousands of meters. She rolled over, looking around. The small tent indeed contained only herself.

“A-Yu?” Panicking, Lin Duxi unzipped the tent and stepped out, noticing it was raining. The noise she had heard earlier was actually the staff moving equipment.

The raindrops soaked her thin clothes, but she felt more awake. She gasped, scanning the surroundings, and unexpectedly met An Yu’s eyes a few meters away.

“You’re awake.” An Yu spoke softly after a brief conversation with the staff, holding a towel and handing it to Lin Duxi.

“Don’t catch a cold,” An Yu said, opening an umbrella.

Lin Duxi’s gaze followed her, focusing on her every detail, silent.

Her intense, unhidden emotions overwhelmed An Yu. She tilted her head slightly, explaining, “It rained heavily just now. The river level rose, I was woken up by the noise, and saw you still sleeping, so I didn’t call you.”

Before An Yu could finish, Lin Duxi asked, “Do you still need help?”

“No, the equipment has been moved to higher ground. The tents in the lower area have been relocated. My tent is at a higher spot, so everything’s fine.”

An Yu hadn’t finished speaking, but Lin Duxi turned and walked off. “I’m going to sleep first,” she said, and without hesitation, entered An Yu’s tent.

An Yu held her umbrella, confused.

By morning, the rain had passed, leaving no trace of last night’s torrential downpour. An Yu sat on a chair, somewhat frustrated, staring at the flowing water.

The heavy rain had raised the lake level significantly, submerging the rocks where she and Lin Duxi had sat the night before, as if their conversation had never happened.

An Yu had always buried her high school memories deep inside. Apart from her parents’ death, another reason was her fear that Lin Duxi might not truly love her. She could never forget the months after the college entrance exam—months filled with intense highs and devastating lows. Those memories pierced her heart like needles in the middle of the night. She had survived, but feared uncovering proof that Lin Duxi didn’t love her.

If she realized the truth, her numb nerves would snap, and her only belief would collapse, leaving her trapped in darkness.

So she first sealed herself off, diminishing her feelings for Lin Duxi. After their breakup, she kept feeding herself proof that she didn’t love Lin Duxi—a miserable but effective method. That sustained her until now.

Now, however, interacting with Lin Duxi stirred those memories. She couldn’t ignore the evidence of her love for Lin Duxi from back then, yet her instincts resisted. Combined with the system’s constraints, she felt torn—both doubtful and certain.

She felt split in two: one part of her was the youthful, unrestrained self, loving Lin Duxi; the other part was the self that continually fed herself proof that Lin Duxi didn’t love her.

That morning, seeing Lin Duxi’s slightly red eyes, her heart ached, recalling the vivid memories of their youthful love—memories she couldn’t ignore. Even now, she could not forget her adolescent feelings for Lin Duxi.

The staff called her back to reality, and An Yu slowly stood, gathering her things. Lin Duxi’s tent was nearby. As An Yu reached her tent, she realized it had already been tidied, lying quietly with her backpack.

Looking up, she saw Lin Duxi crouched by her tent, organizing it. A sweet feeling rose in her heart, tinged with a subtle bitterness. She wanted to approach and help.

As soon as she reached out, her hand was swatted away. Lin Duxi glanced up, keeping one hand by her side, alert. Seeing An Yu’s stunned expression, she instinctively looked at her hand. Not seeing it red, she returned to organizing her things.

An Yu paused, slowly withdrew her hand, watching Lin Duxi handle everything alone, her heart slightly hurt.

Lin Duxi noticed the shift in her mood and couldn’t help sneaking glances at her, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She wanted to prolong this feeling, easing the unease and chaos in her heart.

In the end, An Yu didn’t help Lin Duxi. The two exchanged no words, which caught the attention of netizens:

“Why haven’t Xiao Lin and Xiao An talked for so long? I’m a little scared.”

“Commercial CP conflicts—they’re not talking, isn’t this common?”

“Didn’t you see An Yu constantly watching Lin Duxi? Even losing in games—don’t lie!”

“I don’t think they’re fighting. Seems like young couples’ teasing. Look at An Yu during games, always glancing at Lin Duxi. So cute.”

“Xie An: I’m the third wheel.”

Seeing An Yu glancing at Lin Duxi, Xie An finally understood—they had quarreled.

An Yu’s emotions were a mess: guilt from last night’s events and self-doubt intertwined, impossible to untangle.

A bottle of water appeared in her vision, breaking her concentration. Xie An gave it to her.

“What’s wrong? So down, did you upset Lin Duxi?”

An Yu froze, then smiled bitterly, saying nothing. Xie An sat beside her.

“See? I was right. Your mood changes are obvious. You annoyed me during the game too.”

An Yu squeezed the bottle until it deformed. Lowering her head, she slowly said, “I want to apologize to her, but thinking of what I said back then… I don’t dare.”

She was too slow—Xie An had already reached Lin Duxi.

“Lin, An said she wants to see you.”

Lin Duxi glanced at her, then at An Yu, her expression neutral, returning her gaze to her belongings, speaking softly to Xie An.

An Yu’s heart raced—she instinctively knew Lin Duxi’s eyes had been frightening moments ago.

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