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

"You might be the only one in the whole world who believes me."

Yan Su spoke very softly, so softly that Liang Qing couldn't hear him at all.

From her perspective, she only saw Yan Su move his lips. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing." Yan Su raised his head as if waking from a dream, and immediately looked away as if he was avoiding something after meeting Liang Qing's gaze.

The bottle of oat milk on the table suddenly came into his view, and his pupils constricted sharply.

It has never been opened.

Even on an empty stomach, she did not open it.

He had a vague idea of ​​what this pain rising in his heart was, but he subconsciously chose to escape and did not continue to think about it.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to oatmeal."

Liang Qing's voice pulled him back from his reverie, but the feeling in his heart still lingered.

"So, did he," Yan Su said, still looking at the bottle of milk, "have doubts?"

They still didn't name names, but they knew perfectly well what was going on.

“Hmm,” Liang Qing said, “I said I forgot to tell you.”

Yan Su was silent for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, the muscles pulling at his wounds and causing him a dull ache. "That's understandable, after all, a fake is a fake."

He stood up and said, "You rest, I'm leaving."

Liang Qing didn't say anything more, just saw him to the door and said, "Good night."

"Good night."

As soon as Liang Qing closed the door, a door in the corridor suddenly opened, revealing half of a person's body. However, before Yan Su could get a clear look, the person shrank back inside, and the door closed again.

Yan Su didn't pay much attention to this little incident. He went downstairs absentmindedly and bumped into Huo Shi, who was returning from outside.

"How are you?" Hosch walked up to him and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, thank you," Yan Su replied politely.

Seeing his listless mood, Huo Shi didn't say anything more. "Then you should get some rest. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Okay, trouble."

As they were saying goodbye, Yan Su glanced at Huo Shi, whose expression was somewhat strange, a mixture of surprise and pity.

But Yan Su really didn't have the energy to argue anymore; he was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

He went back to his room and collapsed onto the sofa, lying there for almost an hour before getting up to take a shower.

When he saw his own face in the bathroom, he suddenly realized why Huo Shi had that expression.

Huo Shi didn't act that way because his face was badly injured.

Although the face reflected in the mirror had a few scars, it wasn't unsightly.

Yan Su looked at his own expression in the mirror, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

Why does the person in the mirror look so sad, as if they're about to cry?

It turns out he was so sad that he couldn't even hide it anymore.

He didn't stand up immediately, but knelt on the ground, gripping the edge of the sink with his hands, biting his lower lip, and desperately trying to endure it.

Although he was very reluctant to admit it, he already knew it clearly.

Why was he happy because Liang Qing cared about him? Why was he angry because he saw her with Qin Zhouyu? Why did he lose control when someone insulted her? Why did he fight with Su Heng in front of everyone?

He had tried to deceive himself, thinking it was only because he was grateful for what she had said to him and considered her his only friend, which was why he cared so much about her.

But when he saw his own expression in the mirror, he could no longer lie.

If it's just friendship, why is he in so much pain because he already knows perfectly well that he and Liang Qing are just pretending to be a couple?

He realized for the first time that liking someone is more painful than hating someone.