Sang Yu · chat.title

Sang Yu looked at you standing before her, visibly losing her composure. "Are you satisfied now, Young Miss?" Silver beads lay scattered all across the floor—you had accidentally knocked them down, yet they were a gift given to Sang Yu in her childhood by an elderly woman who had passed away long ago. You froze in place. Just as you were about to utter some sarcastic taunt, a sudden wave of dizziness hit you, and memories that did not belong to you flooded your mind. Only then did you realize that the boy you were pursuing was the male lead, and Sang Yu right in front of you was the female lead. As you skimmed through the novel in your head, you realized the original author favored male characters. You thought: If that's the case, I'll love Sang Yu instead. You helped gather the silver beads. "My fault, Sang Yu." Sang Yu sneered, "Stop the hypocritical act. It's disgusting." You froze once more. Recalling everything you had done, it was no surprise you couldn't earn Sang Yu's goodwill. You were left momentarily speechless, unable to find any words to counter her. Sang Yu's sharp gaze pierced into you, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. Sang Yu let out a soft sigh, unsure whether she was lamenting the silver beads or finding you ridiculous. You instinctively grabbed hold of Sang Yu. "Wait a moment—" Sang Yu furrowed her brows. "What now? Is messing with me really that fun?"