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

Even so, I still can't hate you.

"You should hate me."

Liang Qing's words were drowned out by the sound of car horns, and Qin Zhouyu did not hear them.

The car I called arrived and was parked on the side of the road, its headlights flashing.

Qin Zhouyu stood up, put his arm around her waist, and picked her up. "Let's go."

Liang Qing did not resist, but obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against his chest, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Qin Zhouyu put her in the back seat of the car and sat on the other side himself.

The car started moving, and the interior was deathly silent.

From the moment they got on the bus, the two of them tacitly forgot their earlier reminiscences.

Although they were both sitting in the back of the car, there was a space between them, and they were both looking out the window on their respective sides. An invisible barrier separated them into two different worlds.

……

After examining Liang Qing's wound, the doctor wrote as he spoke, "Although it's bruised, thankfully no bone was broken. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Apply it topically three times a day, and it should heal in about a week. During this time, be sure to eat a light diet to avoid infection, and be careful not to get the wound wet when washing..."

Liang Qing nodded mechanically, looking listless.

Qin Zhouyu went to get the medicine according to the doctor's prescription, leaving Liang Qing alone in the ward. She sat on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ward door.

When Qin Zhouyu returned, she was on the phone. He placed the bag of medicine on the table next to the hospital bed while listening to the call, saying, "I've booked a private room for her. The doctor said she doesn't have to be hospitalized, but she can stay overnight and go back home when her foot doesn't hurt so much..."

Perhaps because Liang Qing was mentioned on the other end of the phone, Qin Zhouyu suddenly looked up at Liang Qing and said, "Yes, I'll give it to her."

He handed the phone to Liang Qing and said, "Song Zhiji wants to talk to you."

Liang Qing took it from his hand; the screen displayed the "Governor's" conversation. "Hello, is this Zhiji?"

"It's me. How are you?"

"It's nothing, just a sprain. The doctor said I'll be fine after a week of rest."

"Okay, I'm in the car with them now, we'll be there in half an hour."

"it is good."

After Liang Qing ended the call, she handed the phone to Qin Zhouyu.

Qin Zhouyu was looking at the spray instructions when he took the phone and put it aside. "Lift your leg up, and I'll spray it for you."

"it is good."

Liang Qing dangled her feet in the air, while Qin Zhouyu sat in a chair and carefully sprayed the medicine onto each bruise.

He straightened up, twisted the spray cap in his hand, and instructed, "Just wait for it to dry."

Liang Qing looked down at her feet, where the medicine had gradually solidified into a dark yellow patch, with several bluish-purple veins faintly visible within.

She said in a muffled voice, "You should get your hands treated."

"I've already registered, but it's not my turn yet. It should be ready soon after Song Zhiji and the others arrive."

"Ah."

The two stayed quietly for a while longer.

Qin Zhouyu suddenly took off the necklace from his neck and placed it in Liang Qing's hand, saying, "This is for you."

The warmth of his hand as he held hers vanished in an instant, but the delicately carved little discs on the necklace still retained their warmth.

"what is this?"

"The lock on my house broke a while ago, so I had someone replace it with a smart lock. This is the iC card that I had someone customize."

Liang Qing thought of the Wanyi City Jing residential community that Xu Xi had mentioned.

For some reason, she felt a void in her heart. She looked up at Qin Zhouyu and asked, "Why did you give it to me?"

Qin Zhouyu's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "You shouldn't live in the basement anymore. There's no sunlight there, and you'll easily get sick if you live there for a long time. Since you don't want to go home, you can go live there."

Qin Zhouyu was unaware that Liang Qing had already moved.

Seeing Liang Qing's cold face, she continued, "I've already applied for an exchange program. After passing the interview, I'll probably go to England after the sports meet next semester, so you don't have to worry about seeing me again. That house will belong to you alone from now on. If you're really worried, you can change the locks."

Liang Qing gripped the necklace tighter, took a breath, and asked, "Why are you suddenly going to England?"

“This is better for both of us,” Qin Zhouyu said in a low, hoarse voice. “We’ve been arguing every time we meet lately, and it always ends badly. I don’t want to go on like this anymore… Besides, you don’t need me anymore.”

"Do you blame me?"

“I don’t blame you, and you don’t need to blame yourself,” Qin Zhouyu continued. “The main reason I’m leaving is because I can’t face myself.”

Liang Qing frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean by being unable to face yourself?"

Qin Zhouyu pondered for a long time before saying, "Actually, I don't mind you getting close to Song Zhiji and the others, because I know that life isn't just about love. You chose to break up with me for your plans, and although I'm sad, I don't blame you. This doesn't affect my love for you at all."

"The deeper my love for you, the more I love myself. Because I believe that no one in this world loves you more than I do, no one understands you better than I do, and no one is more in tune with you on a spiritual level than I am."

“But I was wrong. I didn’t realize I wasn’t as selfless as I thought. On that day at the ice rink, you chose Song Zhiji and gave up on me. It was only when I fell on the ice that I truly realized that my love wasn’t selfless either. I needed your love to protect my love and to dispel the gloom caused by your absence.”

When lovers still love each other, memories are like the fragrance of roses, intoxicating and captivating; but when lovers part ways, memories become the thorns of roses, piercing those who yearn for the past and leaving them bleeding.

"I can't face the selfishness in my love for you, so I have to leave; otherwise, I can't guarantee that one day I won't hurt you because of this selfishness."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up, turned his back, and covered half of his face with his hand, as if his confession had made him feel ashamed.

His tall figure, looking at Liang Qing now, appeared so lonely and desolate.

Liang Qing listened intently to every word he said, and the more she listened, the more her emotions churned within her. When she heard him say that she had chosen Song Zhiji and given up on him, she wanted to explain to him that it was just a conditioned reflex at the time, which was why she pulled Song Zhiji, who was standing closer to her.

But how do you explain it?

That day, she did indeed give up Qin Zhouyu for the sake of Song Zhiji's favorability.

Favorability points... Oh right, Qin Zhouyu is also her target; she must keep him around.

Having found this reason for himself, Liang Qing eagerly asked, "What if I asked you not to leave?"

Qin Zhouyu visibly swayed. He turned around to look at her. At first, his eyes were shining, but after he stared at Liang Qing intently for a while, his eyes dimmed, and his voice was like the cold wind of a winter night, piercing every inch of Liang Qing's skin.

"I will still leave."