I Became the Female Lead’s Current Obsession - Chapter 50.2 (FINALE)

Schemes, betrayals, calculated alliances—she had lived among these things for so long, it felt like they had seeped into her bones. From a sharp-witted teenager to a sharp-edged adult, the years had spared her appearance but not her heart. It was no longer the heart of an eighteen-year-old girl. It was tired—but still beating, still moving forward.

She was like an aging machine—rusted, weary, in need of someone to rewind the spring, to gather her scattered pieces and make her whole again.

The snow had stopped, but the wind still bit through the silence.

By the time she reached the villa, the exposed parts of her skin were tinged red from the cold.

The lights inside were bright. Hou Xue never turned them off when she left. There was still someone living there, after all.

“I’m back,” she called softly at the door.

No reply.

She changed out of her coat and headed straight upstairs.

The layout of the villa hadn’t changed in eleven years—frozen in time, just like everything else in her life.

She stopped in front of the first door on the left. Slowly, she opened it.

Inside lay the second resident of this home—Jiang Qing, the Jiang family’s second daughter, whose family had gone bankrupt years ago.

Hou Xue sat down on the chair next to the bed, watching Jiang Qing for a while before opening the drawer beside her and pulling out a candy. She unwrapped it absentmindedly and placed it in her mouth.

Then, after a moment, she began to speak.

“Do you remember Fan Ya? She used to swear she’d take revenge on Zhuo Tao. But now? She decided to go abroad and marry him instead. I didn’t know what to say—so I just gave her a big red envelope.”

She paused.

“Jiang Qing, they’re all finding happiness. When will you wake up?”

Jiang Qing hadn’t chosen the fourth department—the one known for manipulating emotions—but the fifth. A background support unit, mostly used for dramatic face-slapping and energy collection. The tasks were heavy in number but light in load. She had spent years traveling through countless worlds, slowly accumulating enough energy to return to Waiting for the Snow to Stop.

Now, her mission complete, she was ready to return.

Tang Wan tried to stop her, wanting to catch up, but Jiang Qing declined.

“I just want to see Hou Xue. I’m afraid she’s been waiting too long.”

Tang Wan smirked. “I’ve even adjusted the time for you—sent you back just before the ending. You don’t have to thank me. We met by fate, after all. Have a safe trip.”

And with that, Jiang Qing’s consciousness slipped into sleep.

When she awoke again, it felt exactly like the first time she’d crossed over—dizzy and abrupt. The memories in between were blurred, but everything about Hou Xue was crystal clear.

She stared at the familiar ceiling above her.

This should be the end but why does everything look the same?

She sat up, moved her limbs. Her body responded well—better than it had in years. Slipping out of bed, she put on slippers and walked to the door.

As her fingers brushed the nearby surfaces, she noticed—they were spotless.

Everything was exactly as she’d left it.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She realized something.

She wants to see Hou Xue—but Hou Xue doesn’t even know if she still exists.

For all these years, Hou Xue had guarded a sleeping body, never knowing if Jiang Qing’s soul was still there. She waited day after day, year after year—clinging to a heartbeat, to hope.

Jiang Qing shivered at the thought.

How should I face her now?

Downstairs, Hou Xue was cooking porridge.

She never liked having others in the house. Over the years, she’d gotten used to cooking for one—even if the other person in her home couldn’t eat, didn’t need food, or even intravenous nutrition.

The meal was light. She’d been drinking all night—Fan Ya and Zhuo Tao’s wedding had gotten rowdy. Out of courtesy, she had attended.

Now, a little drunk and flushed, she opened a window to cool down.

The snow outside had lessened, but a few flakes drifted in—only to melt instantly in the warmth of the room.

She sat at the bar, waiting for the porridge to finish cooking.

Upstairs, the door that never opened from the inside creaked slightly ajar.

Jiang Qing hesitated by the staircase.

She didn’t want to scare Hou Xue.

She knew what this must look like—a long-dead person suddenly alive again.

Honestly… isn’t it a little creepy, just leaving me here all these years? she thought wryly.

After sitting and thinking for a while, she popped a candy in her mouth, stood up, and made a decision.

Surprise and shock were probably the same thing at this point. Better to act than wait.

She descended the stairs.

Quietly, she slipped behind Hou Xue and wrapped her arms around her in a gentle hug.

She braced herself for a scream—or a punch.

But there was no reaction.

None.

Worried, Jiang Qing tried to turn Hou Xue around. But before she could, Hou Xue spoke.

“Do you want porridge? You made me seafood porridge once, remember?”

Oh no.

She’s lost it. She’s been scared senseless!

Jiang Qing quickly stepped in front of her, cradling her face, checking her expression.

“It’s so real,” Hou Xue murmured with a dazed smile. “I wish I could stay in this dream a little longer. But I really am cooking, and if I fall asleep too long, the fire might burn the house down…”

Her fingers gently rubbed Jiang Qing’s palm, just like before.

Jiang Qing’s chest tightened.

“Do you dream of me often?” she asked.

“All the time,” Hou Xue nodded. “You always come to me in my dreams. Qingqing, I’ve missed you so much.”

Jiang Qing closed her eyes, tears slipping free and falling onto Hou Xue’s cheek.

She should have kissed her long ago.

Should have told her how much she loved her.

Regret was bitter, but the lingering taste of orange candy made it bearable.

Now Hou Xue was the one confused.

Can dreams really feel this vivid? Can they simulate what’s never happened between us?

“Why won’t you respond to me…” Jiang Qing whispered tearfully.

“I’m sorry,” Hou Xue mumbled, alcohol still dulling her senses.

“Hou Xue, this isn’t a dream. I’m really back.” Jiang Qing kissed her again, fervently this time, as if making up for all the years they’d lost.

Hou Xue kissed her back, softly but surely.

If this is a dream, she thought, then let me stay here forever.

When Hou Xue woke up, she felt a weight beside her shift slightly.

She took a moment to recall what had happened.

Jiang Qing had woken up. And last night, she pinched herself.

It hurt.

This was real.

Breathing out, she wrapped her arms carefully around Jiang Qing.

She’s really back.

Jiang Qing awoke to find Hou Xue already watching her.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked, voice hoarse.

“You looked like you were sleeping so well,” Hou Xue replied in a low voice.

Jiang Qing smiled gently.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Hou Xue echoed. Then, after a pause, she added, “Welcome back, Qingqing.”