Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

Zhao Qingyu felt trapped in an endless darkness, as thick as ink, enveloping her tightly, as if to devour every inch of her skin, every breath. She could barely breathe, and every labored gasp felt like a struggle against death. Memories of her past life surged towards her like a surging tide, madly and unstoppably.

The shabby little apartment reappeared before her eyes. The mottled walls, like scars carved by time, spoke of endless vicissitudes. The dim light flickered, as if it could go out at any moment, plunging her into the despairing darkness once again.

The air was filled with a damp smell, the decay and helplessness etched by time. Pain, this ever-present demon, tormented her constantly. Each attack of pain was like a brutal battle, leaving her struggling on the brink of life and death.

Her body felt as if it were being gnawed by countless ants, the pain seeping through every pore, deep into her bones. In those long, dark nights, loneliness was like a ferocious beast, tightly besieging her.

She lay alone in the cold bed, enduring the torment of illness, with no warm embrace to lean on, no caring words to comfort her. The endless loneliness, like the cold sea, drowned her and made her feel despair.

The laughter of those who had hurt her echoed in her ears like the roar of evil spirits. Every harsh laugh was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart.

Their indifference and malice chilled her to the bone in this icy world. She felt as if she were trapped in an ice cellar, surrounded by thick ice, freezing her soul. In her final moments, her heart was filled with resentment and regret. She refused to accept a life spent in pain and loneliness; it was a relentless struggle against fate.

She regretted her past weakness and cowardice, her lack of courage to change her fate. If she could do it again, she would bravely stand up and fight fate to the end. She would use her own strength to break the shackles that bound her and move towards her own bright future.

Just when she thought everything was over, a strange light flashed. It was so bright, like a ray of hope beaming down from a distant galaxy. It dispelled the darkness, illuminating every corner of her heart. She flung her eyes open, a look filled with confusion and surprise.

She slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually clearing. What she saw was the all-too-familiar narrow bed. Everything around her was simple yet bears the marks of time. The peeling paint on the desk, like a weathered old man, silently recounts stories of the past. The faded curtains swayed gently in the breeze, as if recalling memories of the past. It all looked exactly like her college dorm.

Zhao Qingyu's head was still a little groggy, as if she were still lingering in the dream she had just had, reluctant to wake up. The dream had been so real, so real that she couldn't distinguish reality from illusion. Yet, she was clearly aware that she had been reborn. Those painful experiences, like vivid paintings, kept resurfacing in her mind.

Every scene was so clear, as if it had just happened, stinging her heart. The ridicule, hurt, and tears of the past were like sharp blades, piercing her heart deeply. But she also knew that this was an opportunity given to her by fate, a precious chance to rewrite her life.

She took a deep breath, and the fresh air rushed into her lungs like a spring, making her feel an unprecedented vitality and energy. This vitality flowed through her body, awakening her dormant soul.

She told herself that she must cherish this hard-earned rebirth. This time, she would not repeat the same mistakes and would not let herself fall into the pain of the past.

A strong conviction surged within her, burning like a raging fire. She wanted to change her fate, to make those who had mocked and hurt her regret their actions. She wanted her life to blossom with the most brilliant light, like the brightest star in the night sky. She seemed to see her future self, confident, strong, beautiful, radiating a dazzling light.

She knew that this road to rebirth might be full of ups and downs and challenges, but she was fearless because she had the support of faith, a vision for the future, and the courage to start over.

She stood up and looked around the familiar yet strange dormitory. The sunlight shone through the window onto her face, warm and bright. She squinted her eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of the sun, her heart filled with hope.

She began planning her future, step by step, keeping her feet on the ground. She would study hard to improve her abilities; she would make friends with like-minded people and grow together; she would bravely face difficulties and never back down. She believed that as long as she persevered, she would be able to realize her dreams and change her destiny.

At this new starting point, Zhao Qingyu is filled with fighting spirit. Through her actions, she will write a brilliant life of her own. The pain she once endured will become her driving force; the ridicule she once faced will spur her onward, further striving. She will show everyone that she, Zhao Qingyu, is not someone who can be easily defeated. Her life will blossom like a flower, radiating its most beautiful colors.

At this moment, the dormitory door was pushed open, and a ray of sunlight poured in. A familiar figure appeared at the door. It was her college roommate Lin Yue. Lin Yue looked at Zhao Qingyu lying on the bed and said with a smile: "Qingyu, why are you still lying in bed? You have an important class today. If you don't get up, you will be late."

Zhao Qingyu looked at Lin Yue, her eyes gleaming with a complex light. Her thoughts were instantly drawn back to her past life, and the days she and Lin Yue spent together flashed through her mind like a movie. They had stayed up late in the library studying for exams, encouraging each other; they had also shared their hearts and minds on the paths across campus, their laughter filling the air.

The hardships and setbacks they've experienced together have become especially precious now. When Zhao Qingyu lost her student union election and was deeply depressed, it was Lin Yue who stayed by her side, offering comfort and support, helping her bounce back. Another time, when Lin Yue was hospitalized, Zhao Qingyu stayed by her side day and night, running around for her. These little moments from the past are testament to their friendship.

In this life, she wanted to create more beautiful memories with Lin Yue and deepen their friendship. Zhao Qingyu sat up from the bed, smiled and said to Lin Yue, "I know, I'll get up right away." Her voice was full of determination and confidence, a voice full of hope for the future.

Lin Yue came over and helped Zhao Qingyu fold the quilt, saying, "Hurry up, or you'll be late. Today's class is taught by that very strict professor." Zhao Qingyu quickly put on her clothes and responded, "Okay, I'll be right there."

After packing up, the two hurried to the classroom. On the way, Zhao Qingyu said, "Yueyue, I will cherish our friendship in this life." Lin Yue looked at her with some confusion and asked, "What do you mean by 'this life'? What are you talking about?" Zhao Qingyu smiled but didn't answer. She knew that some things could not be explained in words.

Arriving in the classroom, they found a seat. The professor had already begun his lecture at the podium. Zhao Qingyu listened attentively, but her mind was still occupied with her future plans.

She knows her journey to rebirth has just begun, and many challenges and difficulties await her. But she remains undaunted, for she knows that this time, she will overcome everything and embark on her own path to happiness. And Lin Yue will always be by her side, and their friendship will be her driving force.

After class, Lin Yue took Zhao Qingyu's hand and said, "Let's go to the cafeteria. I heard they have your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs today." Zhao Qingyu smiled and nodded, and they walked to the cafeteria together. Their figures looked particularly warm in the sunlight, like a beautiful painting. The days ahead are long, and their story will continue to be written.