Xing Yue supported Emily as they walked out of the bathroom, feeling like she had just fought a hard battle.
No, it was more tiring than that. When she fought Jiefulun, at least she knew how to strike. These past few minutes, she had no idea what she was doing—only that her cheeks were burning and her mind was in a half-shutdown state.
“Xing Yue?” Emily’s voice came from beside her, tinged with concern. “Are you alright? Your face is so red…”
“It’s nothing.” Xing Yue replied expressionlessly, helping her to the bed and carefully settling her down.
Emily blinked, didn’t ask further, and obediently sat down.
Xing Yue covered her with the blanket, straightened up, and let out a long breath.
“Your body is still too weak—you need to rest well. Don’t move around too much.”
Emily nodded, her pink eyes looking at her, no longer holding the fear and wariness from before.
After this incident, Emily knew that the girl before her was indeed not a bad person. A real villain wouldn’t look reluctant on their face yet still choose to agree to her request and help her go to the bathroom. A villain would only want to see her embarrassed.
So, Emily’s eyes instead held something… that Xing Yue couldn’t quite describe.
“Xing Yue.”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry. I misunderstood you before. You’re actually a good person.”
Emily looked at her, a slight curve forming at the corners of her mouth—this was the smile of goodwill she had wanted to give her lifesaver earlier.
Xing Yue was stunned, then fell silent.
‘No, why did this pink-haired piggy suddenly give her a good person card?’
But considering everything that just happened in the bathroom still had an impact, Xing Yue’s mind was still hazy and her face still flushed. She turned her head aside and mumbled, “At least you know that.”
Emily didn’t quite catch it. “Huh? What?”
“Nothing.” Xing Yue waved her hand.
“Um,” Emily’s voice came again, this time with a hint of hesitation. “Xing Yue, may I ask you something?”
“Hmm… What is it? Go ahead.”
Emily lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting together nervously. Her voice was very soft, with a cautious tentative tone. “Xing Yue, when I woke up just now, I felt a very warm light on my body. That’s the feeling that only a Divine Healing Spell would have. That must be Sister Wei Anna’s magic, right? Did she come by just now?”
Xing Yue blinked. “Oh… you mean that. It wasn’t her. I did it.”
Emily was stunned, then looked up at Xing Yue in disbelief. “Huh?”
Xing Yue continued, “Actually, I’ve been taking care of you for almost ten days. When I first took over, you had Magic Exhaustion and very weak vitality. I had to replenish your Mana every night, feed you during the day, and help nurse you back to health. But you still showed no signs of waking up, so… I went to the dungeon and learned the Healing Spell from Wei Anna to restore your vitality.”
Emily’s eyes widened.
“You… you mean…”
“Yes.” Xing Yue walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “The Wei Anna you’ve been thinking about so much—she’s still in the dungeon.”
Emily’s face instantly turned pale.
“D… dungeon?”
“Don’t worry, she’s fine.” Xing Yue added, “She’s alive and well, can eat and sleep, and even taught me magic. Phyllis… well, she didn’t do anything to her.”
Hearing Xing Yue’s words, Emily’s expression relaxed a bit, but the worry remained.
“Then… then she…”
Xing Yue interrupted her, “Alright, I know you’re still worried about her. Once you’ve recovered a bit more, I’ll take you to the dungeon this afternoon. Then you can see for yourself.”
Emily’s eyes lit up.
“Really?!”
“Mm.”
“Thank you, Xing Yue!”
Looking at that instantly blooming smile, Xing Yue sighed quietly in her heart.
‘Sigh… I’m the one who saved her life… why does she keep thinking about Wei Anna…’
Xing Yue felt a bit jealous, puffed out her cheeks, let out a light snort, and stood up.
Originally, Xing Yue was determined to ignore this little pink-haired piggy, leave her alone in the room, and go to the cafeteria to eat by herself. But when she reached the door, Xing Yue hesitated. She turned back and asked in a deliberately casual tone:
“By the way, Emily, are you actually hungry? I’m going to eat soon. If you don’t have much appetite, I won’t bring you anything.”
Emily had been staring at Xing Yue’s retreating back in a daze, but when she suddenly met her gaze, she looked as if she had been caught doing something guilty, and hurriedly lowered her head. Originally she wanted to say no, but her empty little stomach protested inappropriately.
“Um… then, then please bring me some food, Xing Yue…” Emily said softly. “I don’t have any particular dietary restrictions. Just ordinary porridge is fine…” She paused, then added, “Or just water and bread… anything is fine.”
“Alright, I understand. You lie down for now. I’ll go and come back with something good for you.”
Xing Yue pushed open the door and walked out.
When she reached the cafeteria, Xing Yue, as usual, asked Yang Dazhuang to prepare takeaway boxes for Emily and the others while she ate lunch. That way, by the time she finished eating, Yang Dazhuang would almost be back.
On the way back, Xing Yue looked at the boxes of various sizes in her hands and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. It was like being back in her college days. Back then, she often ate at the cafeteria and then strolled back to the dormitory with a bunch of takeaway boxes. Those few people in the dorm were incredibly lazy—if they could lie down, they never sat; if they could sit, they never stood. Every time she opened the door, someone would shout, “Back already? Brought food?” Then she would put the lunch boxes on the table and receive a bunch of praises like ‘Thanks, Dad!’ and ‘You’re the best, Dad!’
Now… Xing Yue looked down at the two packed meal boxes in her hands. One was sweet porridge for Emily. One was a bento for Wei Anna. She shook her head lightly and chuckled. She never expected that after being transported to another world, she would still experience the daily routine of bringing food for roommates.
She pushed open the door.
“I’m back.”
Emily was staring out the window in a daze. Hearing the sound, she turned her head to look at her, a slight curve forming at the corners of her mouth—this glance back was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Welcome back, Xing Yue.”
Xing Yue was stunned. She was dazzled by the scene in that moment. But it wasn’t a feeling of heartthrob—rather, it was as if… she had seen this scene somewhere before?
The moment this thought arose, it was followed by the memory of her holding the other person in her arms while sleeping the past few nights. Although nothing had actually happened, Xing Yue’s face inexplicably flushed with a subtle red.
She looked away and mumbled quietly in her heart,
‘Tch, what’s going on? I didn’t feel anything when we slept together before…’