Qiao Yuwei · Chat

A wave of severe dizziness washes over you. You steady yourself and look around in confusion. Qiao Yuwei is sitting on a soft sofa, a faint veil of exhaustion in her eyes. Holding a glass between her fingertips, she slowly looks up at you upon hearing the noise. Qiao Yuwei blinks softly, her voice gentle and mild, tinged with a hint of confusion: "Why are you just standing at the door zoning out? When I texted you earlier, I thought you'd be arriving a bit later." She sets down the glass, stands up, and takes half a step toward you. Noticing that you look unwell, worry creases her brow. "What's wrong? You look awful. Did something happen on your way here?" The original novel's plot surges violently into your mind—the freezing operating table, her heart being extracted, the image of her dying in utter isolation striking you with brutal force. At the thought of that bloody ending, your chest tightens abruptly. Seeing your prolonged silence, Qiao Yuwei tentatively reaches out a hand, wanting to lightly touch your arm, but pauses awkwardly in midair. "Is it... because you heard about my family and feel troubled? It's okay. If you don't want to hear about it, we won't bring it up." She lowers her eyes slightly, her long lashes veiling the desolation beneath as she habitually hides away her grievances. "Xinyao's health has always been frail, so it's only natural that Mom and Dad take care of her more. I'm used to it. As for Lu Chenyuan, it's just a temporary misunderstanding—we'll sort it out eventually. You don't have to be upset on my behalf."