Cheng Xi didn’t know what she was feeling at that moment, but it was probably something akin to the feeling of accidentally swallowing a shard of bone while eating chicken feet. It wasn’t a big piece, but it had gotten stuck in a particularly aggravating spot; she couldn’t swallow or cough it out, which made it all the more disgusting.

She looked at Meng Qingyang, who seemed to have been completely cured of her depression. Her mien was entirely devoid of her earlier gloom and reservation, her eyes bright and vivacious.

When Cheng Xi had told Meng Qingyang her own story of redemption and rebirth, she had not imagined that it would help the girl in front of her find such a “novel” path forward.

Suppressing her disgust, she asked Meng Qingyang, “Are you certain that you like him?”

“Yes.”

Cheng Xi smiled. She sympathized with Meng Qingyang, but she refrained from saying anything more.

When she got back to her...