The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

It was dusk, and the sun had not yet completely set. The golden sunlight shone on the iron railings, as if it were climbing up Song Zhiji's hand, which was resting on the railings, and covering his entire body.

He finally spoke, his voice low, "Is Yan Su good to you?"

Liang Qing turned to look at the railing, his head slightly lowered as he gazed at his own hand.

"it is good."

Liang Qing also placed her hand on the railing, which had been exposed to the scorching sun all afternoon, making her palm tremble with heat.

"That's good." She heard Song Zhiji say, "I'm happy for you."

She looked up at him again, and his gaze had already shifted from the railing to her.

His face was bathed in golden sunlight, and his eyes sparkled. He smiled slightly and added, "As your friend."

The heat from her hands seemed to seep into Liang Qing's body through her pores, and she felt as if the blood in her body was boiling with this heat, making her face turn red.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of his hand still gripping the railing. His hand was already red, but he was still holding it tightly, as if he wanted to snap it off.

Liang Qing knew that his heart was not as calm as it appeared, but the calmness he feigned made her feel extremely ashamed.

She would rather he be angry or crying than be as calm as he is now.

Liang Qing didn't even dare to think about what he was feeling when he said those words of blessing to her.

"Thank you," she said somewhat stiffly, "You..."

She wanted to ask him why he didn't even ask when she had forgotten Qin Zhouyu, or when she had transferred her feelings to Yan Su.

She had said those things before in order to use Qin Zhouyu to prevent him from confessing his feelings.

But she swallowed her words, because she understood when she saw the sadness deep in his eyes.

He didn't ask so as not to put her in a difficult position.

At that moment, the balcony door was suddenly opened, and the sound of the iron door being pushed open was very jarring. Song Zhiji and Liang Qing both looked over reflexively.

The person who came in was Yan Su. He let go of the doorknob and smiled when he saw them. "So you really are here."

His smile didn't reach his eyes. Song Zhiji thought of Yan Su and Liang Qing's current relationship and realized that it was easy for misunderstandings to arise if he and Liang Qing were alone here. So he explained, "Liang Qing and I have something to talk about. Don't misunderstand."

Yan Su walked up to them in a few steps. After listening to Song Zhiji's words, he looked a little puzzled. After a while, he seemed to understand and laughed, "I didn't misunderstand. I know you are good friends. I don't mind you associating."

As he spoke, he pulled Liang Qing into his arms, lowered his head slightly, and looked at her with doting eyes, "Because I believe in Qingqing."

The scene before Song Zhiji stung her eyes, and a mixture of bitterness and jealousy welled up inside her. She wished she could push Yan Su away.

But no, he wasn't qualified to interfere in the affairs of couples; he was just a "secret admirer" who couldn't be seen in the light of day.

He composed himself, suppressing the anger surging within him, and nodded to the two of them. "Then I'll be going now."

After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and walked towards the stairs. The sunlight followed his steps, stripping away from him and returning to the ground.

Liang Qing stared blankly at his lonely back, not looking away until his figure disappeared.

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Su suddenly asked in her ear.

Liang Qing glanced at him sideways; his expression had become indifferent, and the friendly demeanor from before was nowhere to be seen.

She turned around and said calmly, "It's nothing."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at his hand on her shoulder, then glanced at him again.

He quickly understood, removed his hand from her shoulder, and then gave a cold laugh.

Liang Qing took a step to the left, standing where Song Zhiji had just been, creating some distance between them. "What are you doing here?"

Yan Su walked towards the railing, intending to place his hand on it, but felt it was too hot and withdrew his hand as soon as his fingertips touched it.

Liang Qing felt a pang of anxiety when she saw his actions.

"What were you and Song Zhiji talking about here just now?" he suddenly asked again.

Liang glanced at him sideways, her voice laced with sarcasm, "You're so smart, so cunning, couldn't you guess?"

"You flatter me. I can't compare to you when it comes to planning," he replied with the same sarcastic tone.

“However, Song Zhiji is really calm,” he smiled. “If it were someone else, they probably would have pounced on me and given me a beating.”

Liang Qing said impatiently, "Don't try to be insinuating here. I don't want to hear your clichés."

How did you find your way here?

Yan Su glanced at the sunset on the horizon and said, "I met a few people on my way to your classroom who told me this."

As Liang Qing walked towards the door, she said, "What do you want with me?"

"I'm picking you up to go home," he said lazily, following behind Liang Qing. "Let's go all the way with this act."

Liang Qing sneered, "I think you're putting on a show for too long."

Yan Su shrugged, looking completely unconcerned, and said with a mocking smile, "If I'm going to act, you'll have to cooperate."

Liang Qing paused for a second, as if she wanted to turn around, but for some reason she didn't, and went straight down the stairs.

……

As Yan Su drove past Hede Restaurant, he suddenly changed his mind. "Let's eat first and then go back."

Liang Qing looked out the car window with a cold expression. "Hmm."

She didn't want to waste time arguing with him about things that weren't necessary.

As night falls, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky.

Yan Su and Liang Qing arrived at the seat the waiter pointed out to them. This was the same seat where Yan Su had sat alone on the day Liang Qing and Song Zhiji had finished moving and were having dinner.

After ordering their food, the two looked at their phones and didn't say anything more.

For some reason, Liang Qing couldn't concentrate on anything.

Slightly annoyed, she placed her phone face down on the table and covered her face with her hands.

Yan Su, who was sitting opposite him, looked up and gave her a strange look before looking away and returning his gaze to his phone.

This time, however, he clearly couldn't concentrate, glancing at Liang Qing every now and then.

After several times, perhaps he got annoyed and simply placed his phone face down on the table.

He rested his elbows on the table, rubbed his forehead, and observed her intently.

Liang Qing buried her face in her hands, took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't calm down her restlessness.

Everything that happened today kept replaying in her mind.

One moment it's Qin Zhouyu, the next it's Xue Fanxing, and then it's Song Zhiji...

It was so chaotic, it was really upsetting her.

She had been burying her face in her hands, trying to calm herself for about ten minutes, during which time Yan Su watched her without moving.

His expression gradually changed from playful to somewhat confused, and a thought flashed through his mind: perhaps Liang Qing wasn't just being insincere with them?

But in an instant, the thought vanished.

Putting aside what she has done in the past, just today, she coldly "dumped" two of her friends.