Zhong Tingyue stared at Bai Weixi’s exquisite profile, a hint of a smile curving her lips, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

She was dying to know what kind of question Bai Weixi would ask Li Yuan with such a serious expression, and what kind of answer she was hoping to get.

If it weren’t for Li Yuan’s story about a so-called "past life," the truth of which she doubted, she might have felt some sympathy for her stunningly beautiful roommate. Perhaps it’s a natural female instinct to lack a certain sense of security, a worry born from the uncertainties of the future. Of course, it could also be said that she was simply too rational, not in love deeply enough, and unwilling to give her all. Rejecting a confession from a boy you had a crush on in high school wasn’t exactly right or wrong, was it?

Bai Weixi stared intently into Li Yuan’s eyes.

Moments from when we first met in our first year of high school until now flitted through my mind. There were no grand pledges of love, no earth-shattering romance. I had been happy most of the time, but now I’m hurt to the core, feeling as though I can hardly breathe. Especially after hearing about Li Yuan’s "real dream" of a "past life," I sometimes doubt myself. Could the woman in that dream really have been me? How could I have done such a thing—continuously giving Li Yuan hope only to hurt him so deeply, all while falling in love with another man?

She simply couldn’t fathom any reason or explanation.

However, none of that mattered anymore. Whether Li Yuan’s story was true or false, she now only wanted one answer—an answer that had kept her up at night these past few days, robbing her of her appetite, and one that would define her relationship with Li Yuan.

Bai Weixi fixed her gaze on Li Yuan, his reflection shimmering in her eyes as her heart fluttered with nerves. In the glow of the setting sun, her flawless face, tempting red lips, and delicate nose all appeared softer and sweeter.

Her lips parted slightly. Staring unwaveringly at Li Yuan, she asked, "Li Yuan, I want to ask, do you still love me, or do you just want revenge?"

"I want to hear your true thoughts. Don’t lie to me anymore!"

I had long guessed that she would ask this question, and I have my own answer to it. In my past life, I was a bit obsessed, like a gambler: the more I invested, the harder I lost, and the more impossible it became to leave the table. In the end, of course, I was utterly ruined. There was always a knot in my heart, a burning resentment that gradually festered into an obsession, eventually becoming a demon in my mind. But that night, after taking Bai Weixi’s first blood, that obsession dissipated, and the demon was banished.

Looking back on my former self and my past life feels like I’ve suddenly matured, gaining a completely different perspective on life. In my past life, I chased after Bai Weixi for seven years like a pathetic dog begging for scraps. Bai Weixi certainly had her faults, but was my own mindset truly blameless? I came from an ordinary family, so why did I force myself to pretend to be a rich heir just for the sake of so-called love? Perhaps my values had become twisted from the very beginning, back in high school, and I was simply too deep in it to realize. Back then, I didn’t even dare to tell my classmates what my parents did for a living, often brushing it off with a vague jest.

The mediocre, ordinary me of my past life was never on the same path as Bai Weixi. Our goals and pursuits were completely different. It wasn’t just Bai Weixi, but Zhong Tingyue too. In my past life, I never would have had the courage to even look that seemingly aloof Goddess in the eye, let alone pursue her. If it weren’t for the fact that Zhong Tingyue and Bai Weixi were roommates, I would never have had the chance or the right to even know her. Of course, if I had met Xia Zhijin, perhaps there might have been a small possibility.

A flurry of jumbled thoughts flashed through his mind. Li Yuan gazed at Bai Weixi’s nervous yet expectant eyes and slowly spoke.

"Bai, since that night, I’ve held no hatred for you, only love."

"That is my answer!"

I truly haven’t lied to her, or to myself. This is what I genuinely believe in my heart.

Listening to Li Yuan’s response, it was as if a floodgate had opened in Bai Weixi’s eyes. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks in crystalline streaks, blurring her vision, though she seemed entirely unaware.

Bai Weixi looked at Li Yuan, her lips curving into a smile despite the tears.

"Li Yuan, as long as you still love me, I’m completely satisfied!"

After saying this, she turned to Zhong Tingyue and Xia Zhijin. With a smile, she said, "I’m done asking. It’s your turn!"

Zhong Tingyue quietly listened to the exchange between Li Yuan and Bai Weixi, a mix of emotions churning inside her, her eyes reflecting her complex feelings.

Perhaps Li Yuan and Bai Weixi are truly meant to be together, and I’m merely an interloper... especially if that "past life" dream Li Yuan told me about was a lie.

Zhong Tingyue turned to Xia Zhijin and said softly, "Xia, you can ask now."

Xia Zhijin appeared dazed for a moment. She glanced at Li Yuan and hesitated for a long while before finally mustering the courage to ask a question in a soft voice.