The vicious female supporting role becomes the female lead

It was late at night, and everything was silent. The entire world seemed shrouded in a mysterious black veil. Chu Qiao's room was also immersed in a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

Outside the tightly closed window, a bright moon hung high in the night sky. Its watery light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery, silky glow onto the wooden floor, creating soft, yet blurry specks of light. These specks resembled twinkling stars in the night sky, adding a touch of dreaminess to the otherwise dim room.

Chu Qiao, lying on her comfortable bed, was now sound asleep. Her breathing gradually became steady and long, like a gentle lullaby playing softly in the quiet night.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of her breathing, like waves in the sea, surging regularly.

In this world where tranquility and darkness intertwined, Chu Qiao's thoughts began to drift away, slowly wandering towards the depths of dreams.

There, she seemed to have traveled through a tunnel of time and space and returned to the small village that she once was so familiar with.

Everything in the village is so familiar: the scattered houses, the winding country roads, the lush trees and the endless golden wheat fields.

In this beautiful dream, Chu Qiao saw many familiar smiling faces: the young and old in the village. They greeted Chu Qiao warmly, their eyes full of concern and joy.

Children ran and played happily in the open space in the center of the village, their laughter like silver bells echoing throughout the village. Chu Qiao could even clearly hear them calling each other's names, their voices filled with childlike innocence.

Chu Qiao also dreamed of herself and the villagers working hard in the fields. Everyone bent over, holding farm tools, diligently sowing, weeding, and harvesting. Sweat trickled down their foreheads, but everyone's face was filled with smiles of satisfaction and happiness.

When the harvest season arrives, everyone gathers together, singing and dancing to celebrate the hard-earned harvest. The tables are filled with delicious food, and people laugh and chat, enjoying the joy and satisfaction brought by their labor.

The dream was so real and vivid that when Chu Qiao slowly woke up from her sleep, there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines through the thin curtains, gently caressing Chu Qiao's face and gently waking her up from her sweet dream.

Chu Qiao stretched lazily, then slowly sat up from the bed.

She blinked, adjusting to the bright light in the room, and felt relaxed and refreshed. Thus began a new day filled with warmth and hope.

She put on her clothes and walked to the window, drawing open the curtains to let the sunlight fill the room.

Chu Qiao decided to meet Bo Zhengting today and tell him about her adventures in person. She picked up her phone and sent him a message, inviting him out for breakfast.

The message received a reply quickly, and Bo Zhengting was obviously very happy to have the opportunity to meet her.

The two agreed to meet at a small cafe they often visited. Chu Qiao changed into a comfortable dress, tidied herself up briefly, picked up her bag, and walked out of the house. Her steps were light and her mood was cheerful.

When she arrived at the cafe, Bo Zhengting was already waiting there.

He sat by the window, the sunlight shining on him, making him look particularly warm. Seeing Chu Qiao come in, he stood up, smiled and waved to her.

Chu Qiao walked to the table, and the two smiled at each other before sitting down. They ordered breakfast and chatted while eating.

Chu Qiao recounted her experiences in the village in detail, including how she helped the villagers and what she learned from them. Bo Zhengting listened attentively, nodding from time to time, his eyes full of admiration and pride for her.

Chu Qiao's mood was as bright as the blue sky outside the window. She sat opposite Bo Zhengting, and the air between them seemed to be filled with warmth and tacit understanding.

Soft music played in the cafe, interweaving with their whispers, creating a peaceful and pleasant atmosphere.

She pulled out a small notebook from her bag, which recorded every detail of her time in the village. She turned to the first page and began to describe the scene when she first arrived in the village, the curious eyes of the children, the kind smiles of the elderly, and those simple and unpretentious scenes of life.

Bo Zhengting listened with great interest, his eyes closely following her words, as if he were following in her footsteps and walking into that distant village.

Chu Qiao talked about how she worked with the villagers, learned their farming techniques, and participated in their daily lives.

She described the hard work and the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction she experienced during the work.

Her voice reveals a yearning for a simple life and a praise for the beauty of nature.

"I learned how to grow vegetables," Chu Qiao said excitedly, "and I helped them repair an old bridge, which is an important passage connecting the village with the outside world." Her eyes sparkled, and she was obviously very proud of the experience.

Bo Zhengting smiled. He was touched by her enthusiasm and proud of her growth and experience. "You've really done a lot, Chu Qiao," he said gently. "Not only have you helped them, but you've also grown a lot yourself."

Chu Qiao smiled and continued to recount her experiences, talking about celebrating festivals with the villagers, sharing food and stories, and singing and dancing with them under the stars.

Her voice was filled with nostalgia for simpler, happier times.

“Those nights we sat around the campfire and listened to the old folks tell us ancient legends and stories.”

Chu Qiao's eyes became deep, as if she had returned to those quiet nights. "Those stories gave me a deeper understanding of the world."

Bo Zhengting listened quietly. He could feel the sincerity and emotion in Chu Qiao's words.

He knew that this trip meant a lot to her. It was not just a simple journey, but a baptism and growth of the soul.

As breakfast ended, the conversation gradually turned to the future. Chu Qiao discussed some of her plans and dreams, while Bo Zhengting shared his insights and advice.

Their conversation was full of hope and expectation, just like the blue sky outside the window, vast and boundless.

There was a painting hanging on the wall of the cafe. It showed a field of sunflowers in full bloom, brimming with life as they faced the sun. Chu Qiao looked at the painting, her heart filled with gratitude.

She knew that no matter how uncertain the road ahead might be, she would, like those sunflowers, bravely embrace the sunshine and pursue her dreams. And Bo Zhengting would undoubtedly be her most important partner on this journey.

After breakfast, the two decided to go for a walk together, enjoying the beautiful morning. They walked along the park path, surrounded by lush trees and blooming flowers. They talked about the future, their dreams, and the things they wanted to do together.