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

Liang Qing lowered his eyes and fell into thought. When he looked up again, he was looking at him with a complicated expression.

For a fleeting moment, Yan Su saw pity in her eyes, the same pity that Qin Zhouyu had shown back then.

That gaze stung him, and he screamed wildly, "What were you thinking just now?"

Liang Qing didn't answer and withdrew her gaze.

His actions only made Yan Su angrier. He would rather she argue with him than choose not to fight him out of pity.

Is she ignoring him these days because she pities him?

Is she now secretly mocking Qin Zhouyu for not understanding love, just like he does now?

He tugged at her, pressing her for an answer, "Are you pitying me?"

Liang Qing didn't actually guess the real reason why Yan Su hated Qin Zhouyu.

She just felt that it was pathetic for someone to be tormented by hatred and lose control of their emotions.

A sharp pain shot through her arm, and Liang Qing frowned abruptly. She scoffed, "Why should I pity you? I'm the one who looks more pitiful right now, aren't I?"

Hearing that she wasn't pitying him, Yan Su calmed down a bit and let go of her hand.

But the doubts hadn't completely disappeared. "So what are you thinking?"

He noticed Liang Qing's gaze lingering on the violin case leaning against the sofa, and then paused, momentarily stunned.

"Qin Zhouyu?" Yan Su suddenly became angry again. He turned her face around, grabbed her chin, pointed at the violin case with his other finger, and said angrily, "You celebrated my birthday, but you were thinking about him!"

A sense of humiliation rose within him, intertwined with hatred for Qin Zhouyu, making him somewhat dizzy, and he uttered those words without thinking.

As soon as he said those words, he was startled by his own words when he saw Liang Qing's astonished look.

He pulled his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted, his scalp tingling.

But he quickly found a reason for his words: he was simply unhappy about being ignored.

Actually, because of what happened in his childhood, he always liked being ignored, but he forgot that at this moment.

He added impatiently, "That's very rude."

Liang Qing: "..."

Who is being impolite?

When she saw Yan Su's accusing gaze, she pulled down his collar and slapped him across the face a few times. She didn't slap hard, but the humiliation was intense.

She humiliated him in the same way last time.

"That's what you call rude, you know?" she said as she patted him, her breath warming his face.

Yan Su lowered his head, feeling very uncomfortable. "Let go."

"If you want people to only pay attention to you when they're with you, don't keep talking about other people, understand?"

Perhaps to provoke him, she added with a smile as she let go, "Thanks to you, I really have been thinking about him all night."

Yan Su could have used the various terrible things she had done to Qin Zhouyu to refute her hypocrisy, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

For the first time, he realized that Liang Qing seemed to have feelings for Qin Zhouyu.

This thought began to confuse his mind; all along, he had only thought that Liang Qing treated them as "toys."

But this new idea has almost overturned his long-held views.

If Liang Qing wasn't just toying with them, then what was her purpose in doing all this?

Before he could figure it out, he saw her turn to the side.

Just as Liang Qing was about to step away, her body suddenly became suspended in mid-air, and she cried out in fright.

It turned out that Yan Su had lifted her up by the waist, his arms resting on her waist, supporting her steadily.

Liang Qing had no idea what was wrong with him again, so she punched his shoulder and yelled, "Yan Su, are you out of your mind? I told you I'm not in the mood to mess around with you, I want to go home!"

Her pounding was like a tickle to Yan Su, and he held her as effortlessly as if he were holding a cat.

In less than three seconds, he led her to the door and opened it.

As soon as the door opened, he immediately put Liang Qing down. As soon as Liang Qing's feet touched the ground, Yan Su pushed her shoulder again.

He coldly pushed her out the door, and the motion-sensor light at the door immediately turned on, illuminating their faces.

Liang Qing was pushed so hard he almost fell. He had just regained his balance by holding onto the wall when a flash of cold light in the room made him close his eyes. Before he could open them again and see where the light came from, the door was slammed shut by Yan Su.

Liang Qing paused for a few seconds, then chuckled.

As she turned to unlock her own door, she suddenly realized where that cold light was coming from.

It was broken glass on the ground. She had been arguing with Yan Su and had forgotten that there was a broken glass next to her feet.

She couldn't help but turn around and look at Yan Su's tightly closed door.

The motion-sensor light went out, and the door disappeared back into the darkness.

Liang Qing took a shower, dried her hair, and felt a little hungry, so she thought she would cook some egg noodles.

She opened the refrigerator and saw the birthday cake that Yan Su had asked her to get for her.

She rested her hand on the refrigerator door, remained silent for a few seconds, reached for two eggs, and then closed the door again.

After finishing my noodles and washing the dishes, I dried my hands and, seeing the glass next to my sink, angrily threw the towel into the trash can.

The clock on the wall showed 11:55. Liang Qing sat on the sofa, propped her head up, and glanced at it a few times.

As the second hand ticked away, Liang Qing's frustration grew. "Damn it, why did he have to go through all that trouble?"

The person on the sofa stood up, went to the kitchen, took a cake from the refrigerator, and hurriedly opened the door and left.

Liang Qing walked to Yan Su's room and knocked on the door a few times, but he did not respond.

So I started ringing the doorbell. The doorbell rang a few times, but no one came to open the door.

I was about to ignore it, but then, as if possessed, I turned the doorknob, and it turned out the door really wasn't locked.

"Yan Su, I'm coming in."

Liang Qing opened the door, and the room was still dark, just as it had been when she left; the candlelight on the kitchen table had gone out.

Fortunately, the window was open, letting in the moonlight.

Although it's not enough to illuminate the entire room, it at least allows people to see the furnishings inside.

Several fragments that had flown to the living room floor gleamed dimly in the moonlight.

Liang Qing glanced around and found medical supplies, such as white gauze, scattered on the ground in a corner of the glass door of the balcony.

She slowly walked over, and when she reached the balcony door, she saw Yan Su. He was leaning against the wall on the glass door side, with one leg bent and the other leg stretched out on the ground, his foot wrapped in white gauze.

Bathed in the cold moonlight, her fair skin, covered by the bluish-white moonlight, appeared even more lonely.

Upon seeing Liang Qing, he removed his hand from his forehead, looking somewhat dazed. "What are you doing here?"

Liang Qing smelled alcohol. "You've been drinking?"

He glanced at her twice, picked up the bottles and jars on the ground and put them into the first-aid kit, "Disinfecting alcohol."