After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 97

An Yu was momentarily stunned, her eyes gradually becoming damp with tears, which Lin Duxi gently wiped away with her fair knuckles.

An Yu turned her head slightly and sniffled softly, not wanting Lin Duxi to see her like this.

But Lin Duxi just smiled, her eyes overflowing with uncontrollable deep affection and tenderness.

An Yu exhaled, recalling the unusual events of last night.

“So, has the system disappeared now?”

Now, even saying the word “system” carried no restrictions. Since last night until now, the system had shown no sign of activity—it was either gone or on the verge of vanishing.

Lin Duxi’s eyes flickered slightly, a trace of coldness showing, and she shook her head.

“It’s probably still there. I can feel a bit of energy tugging at my nerves.”

Seeing An Yu’s face instantly turn worried into a sour expression, Lin Duxi smiled again and continued:

“But you don’t need to worry. During your rebirth, the system had already consumed a lot of energy. Afterwards, it survived entirely on my energy. Now that I’ve withdrawn my energy, it can’t continue to exist without it.”

An Yu’s frown eased slightly, but the next moment, she furrowed her brow again.

“Given the system’s nature, it won’t simply give up. I’m afraid it’ll try to steal someone else’s energy.” Saying this, An Yu suddenly thought of someone, and Lin Duxi looked up at her. Both spoke at the same time:

“Pei Lu.”

In the novel, the male and female protagonists have the richest energy, followed by An Yu, who was chosen by the system.

An Yu had already clashed with it, and Lin Duxi had regained her previous life’s memories and withdrawn her energy. Neither of them could be controlled by the system again, so it wouldn’t give up easily. It would search for another source of energy, and the male protagonist, Pei Lu, would be the perfect candidate.

Even if it’s dangerous, it has no choice—if it wants to recover its abilities, it must do this. Staying in An Yu’s mind would only drain its energy faster; this is its only path.

An Yu’s brow furrowed deeper. “It will go to Pei Lu.”

Lin Duxi’s expression wasn’t exactly good either, but thinking about the current situation compared to the previous all-or-nothing circumstances, she didn’t feel frustrated. Her features softened.

“Pei Lu’s energy depends on his importance and role in the novel. Based on the current plot, his importance isn’t as high as Xie An’an’s, so he probably doesn’t have much energy,” An Yu murmured softly, looking down.

“What plot?”

An Yu’s heart jolted, suddenly alert.

She realized she had accidentally voiced her thoughts. Lin Duxi still didn’t know that they were just characters in a novel. Even if she accepted the existence of the “system,” she might not have cared that they were fictional—but An Yu didn’t know how to bring it up.

An Yu froze for a moment, unsure how to respond. She didn’t want to lie to Lin Duxi, yet didn’t know how to explain.

Lin Duxi’s eyes half-closed as she scrutinized An Yu. Seeing An Yu flustered, she instantly understood.

“This is a novel,” she said calmly, with certainty.

An Yu looked up cautiously but didn’t see the surprise she expected. Lin Duxi’s expression was calm, just as she had anticipated.

An Yu suddenly realized that when Lin Duxi had conceived this plan after her death, she must have also considered the possibility of a higher consciousness existing.

A smile tugged at the corners of An Yu’s mouth, her eyes filled with unstoppable tenderness.

Her Lin Duxi had endured so much suffering where she couldn’t see.

And she had known nothing.

Lin Duxi leaned down and hugged her, halting the torrent of self-reproach that An Yu was feeling.

“I’m happy now. Are you happy too, An Yu?”

An Yu buried her face in Lin Duxi’s neck and softly said, “Mm,” suppressing her sobs, looking pitiful.

Lin Duxi: “An Yu, you’re so cute.”

An Yu: “…” She was about to say Lin Duxi was spoiling the moment when she suddenly realized the words sounded familiar. Her ears turned red—it was the same line she had used that morning to coax Lin Duxi.

Lin Duxi really did like to “hold grudges.” An Yu fumed internally, but she no longer wanted to dwell on emotions that arose.

“So, do we need to stop the system?” she asked, huffing, shifting the topic back.

Lin Duxi shook her head. “It has to leave you.”

Waiting for the system to disappear could take a long time. Lin Duxi didn’t want An Yu to have such a disgusting presence in her mind, so the system must leave.

“Am I important in the novel?” Lin Duxi asked abruptly.

An Yu was momentarily stunned, then nodded.

Lin Duxi was naturally the female protagonist of the novel, and now nearly all plotlines revolved around her. She was definitely the main character.

But why was she asking this?

Lin Duxi smiled slightly. “The higher the importance, the more energy there is.” She said no more, but An Yu understood.

Before An Yu could ponder further, her phone in her pocket rang unexpectedly.

Both were startled by the ringtone. An Yu frowned and took out her phone—it was the alarm she had set for filming that afternoon.

Lin Duxi followed her gaze to the phone screen, then back to her, eyes shimmering.

“Work? Then go quickly,” she said, her tone serious, with a hint of urging, but the way she held onto An Yu’s clothes and her reluctant gaze clearly showed she didn’t want her to leave.

An Yu’s breath hitched; she almost slipped and commented impulsively on her beauty.

But Lin Duxi had just regained her memory and would likely worry if An Yu left, so An Yu didn’t say anything.

Sensing An Yu’s hesitation, Lin Duxi no longer teased her. “Alright, I have legs too. After you leave, I’ll pretend to visit the set to find you.”

An Yu looked at her, smiling: “Okay.”

They lingered a bit longer in reluctant delay before An Yu hurried downstairs to the set.

Lin Duxi’s eyes followed her until the door closed. She pulled the blanket over herself, the faint scent of An Yu still lingering. She held the blanket to her nose for a while before getting up to prepare for makeup at the set.

When she reached the vanity mirror, she froze.

The woman staring back with puffy, sorrowful eyes—who was she?

She suddenly regretted stopping An Yu from getting ice earlier. Now she looked like this, she didn’t even want to leave the hotel room, let alone go to the set.

An Yu, sulking, sat in the chair and opened their chat history, typing a message. She was about to send it but remembered how An Yu would surely smile tenderly at her no matter what, and her sulk faded.

She retrieved ice from the fridge, applied it for a while, though it didn’t help much.

In this state, she couldn’t show herself at the set openly. Lin Duxi thought for a moment and called her assistant.

Soon, there was a knock at the hotel room door. Lin Duxi opened it.

“Miss, here’s what you requested.”

An Yu took it, closed the door, and admired it, smiling quietly.

At the makeup room on set, An Yu’s phone buzzed. She reached for it; Lin Duxi had sent a message:

[Small Cat Heart.jpg]

An Yu was momentarily stunned, then laughed. The sticker resembled Lin Duxi, as if she could imagine Lin Duxi making a heart gesture for her.

She immediately replied with a flying kiss emoji, unaware of why Lin Duxi sent that particular sticker.

An Yu: [I’m at the makeup room on set.]
An Yu: [I miss you a bit.]

Lin Duxi: [Really? (Cat Tsundere.jpg)]

An Yu laughed again. She didn’t know where Lin Duxi found such a perfectly matching sticker. Every emoji seemed to convey Lin Duxi’s expressions.

An Yu: [When will you arrive? I have a long scene to shoot, so I probably can’t come get you.]

Lin Duxi thought to herself, “That’s exactly what I wanted—you not coming to get me.”

Lin Duxi: [Then I’ll wait for you after you finish. Just endure it at the hotel for now.]

An Yu: [I’ll try to finish quickly. (Crying)]

Lin Duxi: [(Cat Pat Head.jpg)]

After makeup, An Yu set down her phone and left the makeup room.

The afternoon shooting had many scenes. The director, Tan Yiyan, was notoriously picky. Scenes often took a long time, demanding full focus. An Yu was completely immersed and didn’t notice a black-clad figure quietly watching her from a corner of the set.

By the time she finished, it was already evening. The first thing she did was pull out her phone to message Lin Duxi, passing a black-clad staff member on the way.

An Yu: [I finally finished shooting!]
An Yu: [It’s late now. I don’t have a night scene, so I’ll go straight back to see you after removing my makeup.]

She sent multiple messages, but Lin Duxi didn’t reply. An Yu assumed she was busy and decided to wait a few minutes before calling if there was still no response.

She sat beside the set, still in her clothes.

Her attention was glued to her phone, not noticing the black-clad staff member lingering nearby.

Her phone chimed.

Lin Duxi: [Okay.]

An Yu: “?” Why was Lin Duxi suddenly so cold?

She reviewed the afternoon’s events and their chat history. Nothing seemed to have upset Lin Duxi.

Only one explanation remained: Lin Duxi had waited long enough and grew tired.

Thinking this, An Yu stood up to remove her makeup and change clothes, then head back immediately.

Her peripheral vision caught the black-clad staff member.

The person wore a black uniform and mask, but their extraordinary aura still couldn’t be concealed.

In the dim evening light, the figure also wore oversized sunglasses, concealing half their face.

Earlier, she had seen a streak of black drifting in her peripheral vision. Combined with Lin Duxi’s sudden coldness, even a fool could guess who it was.

An Yu’s heart sank, and she quickly strode toward the figure.

The other staff members chatted in a group. Seeing An Yu approach, they greeted her. She smiled and nodded in response. Then she felt a hostile gaze fall on her.

Even in a brief instant, An Yu sensed a trace of envy. Her curled lips tightened.

The black-clad staff member stood in the corner, turning away sulkily.

An Yu knelt slightly, apologizing: “I’m sorry.”

The staff member turned toward her, eyes hidden behind the sunglasses, silently watching.

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