After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 60

An Yu’s pupils trembled as she stared at that coat for almost two seconds, then lowered her gaze, suppressing the other emotions that were spreading in her heart.

She reached out and picked up the coat, walking toward the wardrobe under the moonlight and placing it inside. When she turned around, her eyes were calm and unfathomable.

Lin Duxi quietly watched An Yu complete this action, saying nothing to stop her, offering no explanation. Her tear-streaked eyes were red as she observed An Yu.

An Yu didn’t want to hear any explanation either. The events of the day had been so surreal, far beyond anything she could have imagined. She was now in Lin Duxi’s home, wearing her clothes, and about to lie down on her bed and sleep beside her.

Biting her lip, which throbbed with pain, An Yu felt a bit more awake. She knew clearly that both she and Lin Duxi were emotionally unwell tonight. Lin Duxi was unwell, and she herself was even more so—trying to reason with a drunk person was pointless.

Harboring these frustrations, An Yu lay down beside Lin Duxi. Lin Duxi didn’t sleep either; she lay on her side, eyes open, staring at An Yu with intense heat in her gaze. Even with her eyes closed, An Yu could feel it.

Unable to resist, she opened her eyes to meet her gaze. “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

Lin Duxi didn’t avoid her gaze. “I’m afraid that if I fall asleep, you’ll leave.” They were so close that An Yu could clearly see her red eyes, filled with deep emotion and stubbornness.

An Yu guessed her thoughts. “I won’t leave. Go to sleep.”

Lin Duxi didn’t believe her. She slowly lowered her gaze, and An Yu thought she was finally about to close her eyes. But the next second, Lin Duxi said,

“My lips hurt.”

An Yu replied, “Mine do too. You won’t feel it once you sleep.”

Lin Duxi still didn’t want to sleep. Her exhausted body could barely support her, and waves of pain kept assaulting her mind, making it impossible to stay fully conscious. Yet the visions in her dreams were too vivid. She feared waking up to find not An Yu smiling at her but the nightmare scenes, which would drive her mad.

Thinking this, Lin Duxi stubbornly reached out to touch An Yu, wanting to feel her warm body even if only slightly.

But her hand had barely stretched out before An Yu pushed it away.

“Lin Duxi, where did you get so much strength? Are you going to sleep or not?”

An Yu’s own eyes were nearly closed. After battling with Lin Duxi for so long, she still had energy—it was impressive.

“Consider what happened today as your reward,” An Yu continued, thinking Lin Duxi was refusing to sleep because of their earlier indiscretion. “Now, can you sleep?”

Lin Duxi lowered her head, glancing at An Yu’s hand dangling beside her. Her delicate, slender fingers were perfectly shaped, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of her lips, showing a hint of satisfaction.

“Okay.”

She remembered they had kissed in the bathroom, and she had held An Yu’s hand…

Lin Duxi was too tired. Her head still ached, and the slightest relaxation made her drowsy. She fell asleep, still holding onto the corner of An Yu’s sleepwear, not letting go.

An Yu, afraid of waking her, let out a restrained sigh. She could finally close her eyes and rest. Initially, she had wanted to wait until Lin Duxi fell asleep before leaving, but she feared that Lin Duxi, drunk as she was, would wake up in the middle of the night and panic if An Yu wasn’t there, so she gave up.

Closing her eyes, An Yu listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing, feeling unexpectedly at peace. She almost drifted off when she suddenly heard Lin Duxi murmuring softly,

“It hurts… my head hurts… pain…”

The voice struck her nerves, and An Yu sat up to see Lin Duxi lying flat, her previously calm sleeping face now furrowed in pain, her breathing unstable and looking very uncomfortable.

Since their first encounter, Lin Duxi had once pressed her head against An Yu at a gathering, complaining of a headache after drinking. She had also mentioned a headache last time after drinking. An Yu held her chin in thought, her expression darkening with worry.

She moved closer, kneeling partly on the bed. Lin Duxi’s side of the bed sank under her weight, and her head tilted slightly toward An Yu, still uneasy.

In the moonlight, An Yu stretched out her arms, placing her hands on either side of Lin Duxi’s head, carefully massaging the acupoints, fearful of waking her.

She had gotten a masseur’s number from Ning Xuan and learned the techniques, thinking it was for a drama shoot. The masseur, enthusiastic, taught her a method that truly relieved fatigue.

An Yu didn’t dare to use too much force, afraid of worsening Lin Duxi’s headache. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft white glow over the bed.

Lin Duxi’s tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her complexion less troubled. An Yu breathed a sigh of relief. The massage seemed to help, but she still dared not slack off, her mind stirring with curiosity.

In high school, Lin Duxi had stayed at her house for so long. Even after growing closer, An Yu had never noticed her having headaches.

Psychological masks might be difficult to detect, but physiological pain—even the most careful disguises couldn’t hide it. An Yu realized she couldn’t have missed it entirely. She looked at Lin Duxi’s calm sleeping face with deep thought.

So this problem only appeared after they were apart.

An Yu tried recalling that period, but too much had happened too suddenly. The impending financial collapse of her family left her anxious, compounded by her parents exposing their relationship. Each day was filled with unease.

Finally able to speak with Lin Duxi, the first sentence she heard was a cold “Break up.”

Thinking of this, she smiled bitterly. After the breakup, she truly suffered. The one she loved most had left, and everything around her seemed to wither at lightning speed.

Memories were like thorns embedded in her skin, hiding pain as if it would never be discovered. But when she recalled it later, the thorns had merged with her flesh, and even the slightest movement brought piercing pain.

She didn’t know what Lin Duxi experienced or where she went afterward. She only knew that when she entered university, she had secretly browsed forums of the neighboring university, desperately searching through every post.

She searched all night until dawn, and when her phone died from lack of battery, she finally realized Lin Duxi hadn’t gone to the university they had agreed upon.

From then on, they never met again.

The past was too complicated. An Yu was exhausted now and didn’t dig too deeply into it. Perhaps her subconscious protected her. Once Lin Duxi finally calmed down, An Yu shook her aching arms and lay down beside her.

The faint scent of Lin Duxi lingered near her nose. Tired but comforted, she once again dreamt of the past.

It had been over half a month since she last made a cake for Lin Duxi. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to her, or that she intended to flirt and run.

The words she spoke that day were vivid in her mind. She impulsively asked Lin Duxi to move into her home, blushing at the thought. She feared causing Lin Duxi trouble or being rejected, so initially, she hadn’t gone to see her.

Later, her courage waned further, leaving the situation unresolved, evolving into a standoffish atmosphere more severe than a cold war.

Frustrated, An Yu thought: if she didn’t go to Lin Duxi, wouldn’t Lin Duxi come to her? What a blockhead. She glared at Lin Duxi’s thin back.

“Blockhead,” Lin Duxi seemed to sense it and turned her head to meet An Yu’s gaze abruptly.

An Yu startled, “pounced” onto the desk, pretending to be asleep.

Lin Duxi couldn’t help smiling faintly and turned back. She thought, So cute.

They remained in this strange stalemate for a long while. Meanwhile, they had another exam, and An Yu’s grades and ranking had risen significantly. She had wanted to use this opportunity to get closer to Lin Duxi.

But the homeroom teacher announced that senior year was too busy, and seat changes would no longer occur as frequently. An Yu slumped back onto her desk.

Xu Ting, noticing her classmate’s emotional ups and downs, asked, “What’s going on? The homeroom teacher even praised your progress.”

An Yu slowly shook her head, lying on her desk.

The student in front turned around, surprised, asking, “An Yu, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?”

An Yu glanced at him briefly, then quickly averted her gaze. “No,” she said, taking her water cup to get a drink.

Even though An Yu and Lin Duxi were in this strange atmosphere, it didn’t mean she could forgive Xu Yuankang. Back then, it was he who informed the gang that surrounded Lin Duxi. Though he only relayed messages, An Yu could no longer treat him like an ordinary classmate.

The group of troublemakers was later dealt with severely by her parents’ people and sent to the police station. But being mostly minors, they quieted down for a few days, then resumed causing trouble.

They no longer targeted Lin Duxi, who, despite being beautiful, was too poor. An Yu, rich and beautiful, had even kicked Liu Ge once. They wanted revenge; if they could teach her a lesson, maybe she would hand over some money.

A group of small-time thugs crowded into a dilapidated alley, sharing cheap cigarettes, leering with perverse smiles. Smoke rose from the depths of the alley, carrying a damp, corrupt smell that passersby instinctively avoided.

They planned to corner An Yu but didn’t anticipate that she was picked up by her family driver every day. Every day, he arrived ten minutes early. As soon as An Yu stepped out of school, she could open the car door.

They waited outside Jiangcheng No. 2 High School for several days, smoking through multiple packs, seeing the same black car repeatedly. Liu Ge, frustrated, picked up a stick and shook his grimy hair, planning to smash the car and beat An Yu.

But as he reached about ten meters from the car, he suddenly froze. Inside were two men: an older driver and a sturdy man in a black suit, twice Liu Ge’s size, muscles straining against his suit, wearing dark sunglasses, staring ahead.

Liu Ge swallowed hard, his legs weak, and stepped back.

Unable to get to An Yu meant no money, no money meant no cigarettes. The group of lifelong smokers, now desperate, thought of calling someone to lure An Yu out.

Their class monitor was just right and knew what he looked like.

At first, Qi Yuankang didn’t agree at all, but the group of small-time thugs cheered him on, saying it was just to borrow money. His heart softened, and he laughed, agreeing, with his own ulterior motives.

An Yu had become increasingly cold toward him in recent days. He could speak ten sentences before she barely glanced at him, alerting him to the danger. He thought that if he called her over, then “rescued” her while being harassed, An Yu would change her impression of him.

After all, who wouldn’t want to see a rich, beautiful young lady bullied and covered in mud by a bunch of sewer rats?

Autumn was at its peak. Jiangcheng No. 2 High School had implemented measures for senior year. The top thirty students could stay at school after classes for extra study, supervised by teachers.

An Yu ranked in the top fifty, so she couldn’t stay for extra tutoring and still had to leave on schedule. Her time to talk with Lin Duxi remained limited.

During the first period after lunch, most of the class slept. She propped her head with her elbows, drowsy.

The person in front suddenly turned around carefully. “An Yu, after school this afternoon, Lin Duxi wants you to wait in the alley next to the barbecue shop near the school.”

Drowsy, An Yu immediately woke up. She looked at the person in front, “How do you know?”

“I collected homework. She told me,” the monitor replied.

An Yu still doubted. “Impossible. If she wanted to see me, she’d come in person, right?” She glanced at Lin Duxi’s seat and saw it empty.

“Lin Duxi is busy now. Right after class, she was called to the office. I’m just passing along a message. You can decide whether to go,” the monitor shrugged and turned away.

An Yu stared absentmindedly at a little cat drawing on her desk, then lifted her head to look at the empty seat ahead, resting her head on her arm and closing her eyes to sleep.

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