My Ex-Girlfriend Said She Was A Fairy - Chapter 10

Ji Qingyi was supposed to take the thermometer back home to take her medicine, but in the end, she brought the medicine over after Wen Yuchuan persuaded her. The reasoning was that the water was already boiled, and it would be troublesome for Ji Qingyi to go back home and boil more.

Of course, boiling water wasn’t really that much of a hassle, but Wen Yuchuan was exceptionally persuasive, and Ji Qingyi was truly a lazy person who hated inconvenience. In the end, she thought, It’s just taking medicine anyway, and I’ll save a bit on the water bill… Not that it was much, but at least she wouldn’t be at a loss.

With that in mind, she once again went along with Wen Yuchuan’s suggestion. Ji Qingyi couldn’t even tell if she was doing it on purpose—whether all these so-called reasons were just excuses to get closer to the other person.

After taking her medicine, Ji Qingyi checked her temperature again.

“38.6.”

Wen Yuchuan read the mercury line under the light and announced the result. In such a short time, of course, the fever hadn’t subsided yet.

Hearing the number, Ji Qingyi sighed. The dizziness made her head heavy, and she collapsed onto the sofa Wen Yuchuan had bought. It was so comfortable—the soft surface sank beneath her, as if she were sinking into a pile of cotton. The texture and scent were as warm as she remembered.

As before… She thought of the past again.

Tilting her head back, Ji Qingyi stared blankly at the blurry halo of light. A sudden ringing in her ears made her vision swim, and she slipped back into her memories.

That time, Ji Qingyi had also had a fever. Though they were neighbors, it would have been too much trouble for Wen Yuchuan to keep running over to take care of her. So, she simply moved into Wen Yuchuan’s place and slept with her.

Ji Qingyi recovered quickly—her fever broke after just one night. But she still didn’t feel entirely well, and the headache hadn’t completely faded. So, Wen Yuchuan used that as a reason to make her stay.

The illness became an opportunity. After that, even when Ji Qingyi had fully recovered, she spent most of her time in the apartment Wen Yuchuan rented—eating together, sleeping together, practically living together.

Back then, Ji Qingyi had just started working and didn’t earn much. She even considered canceling her lease—sharing rent with Wen Yuchuan would save her some money.

But before she could bring it up, she received news that Wen Yuchuan was being transferred to work elsewhere. They had no choice but to separate for a while, embarking on a painful long-distance relationship.

After Wen Yuchuan left, Ji Qingyi continued living in that cramped, dim little rental until her salary improved enough for her to move out.

And then…

The memories of the past surged like waves crashing against rocks, endless fragments of white foam churning and rolling, stretching onward with time.

Ji Qingyi’s recollections only stopped when they reached that heavy rain.

She tried to force herself not to think about it, but the suffocating sensation of being drenched still flooded her body. It had been summer then—she hadn’t felt cold. But now was different.

Even though the rain existed only in her memories, for a brief moment, it felt as if she had stepped into a real downpour.

A sudden chill ran through Ji Qingyi’s body, and she shivered uncontrollably.

“Are you cold?”

Noticing her movement, Wen Yuchuan asked with a hint of concern.

“Ah, a little…”

Only when she heard Wen Yuchuan’s voice did Ji Qingyi snap out of her daze, responding blankly as she pulled herself free from the inexplicable emotions.

She watched Wen Yuchuan put away the thermometer. The warm yellow light outlined her profile—the eyes that narrowed slightly when she smiled, the upturned corners of her lips—everything seemed unchanged.

But only seemed.

Wen Yuchuan looked over, and Ji Qingyi met those dark eyes again.

Her heart suddenly felt as if it had been yanked violently, but she could only avert her gaze as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll get you a blanket.”

“No need.”

Though Ji Qingyi refused, just as always, Wen Yuchuan didn’t listen. Instead, she took out a soft, fuzzy blanket and draped it over her.

She should have refused again and quickly left this place… but when Ji Qingyi touched the plush fabric, she couldn’t help rubbing it a few more times.

“Don’t take a bath today, but you can wipe yourself down. If you have the strength… or don’t mind me helping you.”

Wen Yuchuan spoke with a deliberately serious expression, only cracking a smile at the end.

“…No need.”

Ji Qingyi fell silent for a moment.

This wasn’t hesitation but rather an attempt to think of a sharp retort. Unfortunately, her mind was sluggish, and she couldn’t come up with anything. In the end, she simply delivered a cold refusal, devoid of any bite.

“Is that so? Wouldn’t it be better to save your energy?”

Wen Yuchuan smiled as she moved closer, forcing Ji Qingyi to retreat.

“No need.”

Ji Qingyi repeated, her tone firmer this time.

If it were the past… maybe she could have agreed. But now that the other woman was her ex-girlfriend, it was better to forget it.

Wen Yuchuan looked at her innocently upon hearing the rejection. Just as Ji Qingyi thought she was about to play the victim again, Wen Yuchuan casually grabbed the edge of the blanket and rubbed it against Ji Qingyi’s face, laughing as she retreated before Ji Qingyi could hit her.

With the fuzzy blanket pressed against her cheeks, Ji Qingyi couldn’t muster any anger, finding it almost amusing instead. Still, she wanted to smack the other woman, but the moment she reached out, Wen Yuchuan dodged effortlessly.

“I’m leaving.”

Ji Qingyi said coldly, but her flushed face robbed her words of any intimidation.

Wen Yuchuan finally stopped pressing against her, allowing Ji Qingyi to sit up straight again. She stood to leave, but her legs were weak from sitting too long, and a wave of dizziness made her already unsteady body nearly collapse.

Nearly—meaning she could have steadied herself. But before she could, Wen Yuchuan immediately pulled her into an embrace, holding her close without hesitation.

“Maybe you should stay.”

Wen Yuchuan murmured.

Ji Qingyi stiffened at the words, then heard the other woman chuckle softly.

Annoyed, Ji Qingyi looked up at Wen Yuchuan, who gazed back down at her. Strands of hair cast shadows over her face, making her dark eyes even more inscrutable. A sudden fear gripped Ji Qingyi, her heartbeat growing heavier, an uneasy urge to escape rising within her. But Wen Yuchuan still held her, showing no intention of letting go.

“No.”

Ji Qingyi’s voice hardened. She struggled impatiently, her expression uncontrolled—her widened eyes glaring fiercely at the other woman.

Wen Yuchuan looked at the other’s fierce expression and could only press her lips together to keep from laughing, lest she provoke even more anger. Still, she obediently let go—after all, she had only held on to prevent the other from stumbling.

“Stay.”

Though Wen Yuchuan had complied and released her grip, her words remained as unwelcome as ever. Ji Qingyi shot her another glare.

“Why?”

What excuse could there be this time? She had already taken the thermometer, eaten her meal, and taken her medicine. There was no reason left for her to linger here.

“How are you going to manage alone when you can’t even stand steadily?”

“Isn’t it normal to lose your balance a little when you stand up suddenly after sitting for too long?”

“And you don’t have the strength—even if I didn’t hold you tightly, you couldn’t break free.”

“I don’t need to break free from anything at home.”

“Besides—”

“Say whatever you want.”

With those words, Ji Qingyi turned and walked toward the entryway. This time, Wen Yuchuan didn’t stop her.

“You stayed before, didn’t you? It’s more convenient to take care of you this way.”

Just as Ji Qingyi was about to reach the door, she finally heard the other speak again.

Wen Yuchuan brazenly brought up the past—not even hinting at it, but outright mentioning “before.”

Ji Qingyi fell silent. She had thought the strange exchanges and interactions between them now were because both were avoiding the past. But it seemed she was the only one tangled up in it. What exactly was Wen Yuchuan thinking? If she wasn’t avoiding it and wasn’t explaining, then what did she even see Ji Qingyi as?

“The past is just the past.”

Ji Qingyi lowered her head and spoke softly. Without another word, she stepped out the door.

“Ji Qingyi.”

Wen Yuchuan followed her to the doorway.

True to her own expectations, Ji Qingyi didn’t look back, cold and indifferent. But after a few steps, she had to stop—she needed her keys to unlock her own door.

“…Be careful. Don’t catch another chill.”

That was all Wen Yuchuan said. She wanted to reach out and grab the other, but in the end, she let her hand drop, settling for a simple, ordinary concern.

Regret washed over her. The earlier atmosphere had been fine—she shouldn’t have deliberately brought up the past to test Ji Qingyi. After all, this outcome was predictable.

Ji Qingyi felt even worse after hearing those words. She didn’t want to look at Wen Yuchuan anymore—she just wanted to hurry back inside.

Wen Yuchuan stood by the door. Ji Qingyi stood in front of it.

No one spoke. The eerie silence stretched on for over a minute.

Ji Qingyi began to suspect she was cursed. She had searched every pocket in her clothes—every possible place she could think of—but couldn’t find the lifesaving key that would let her escape this awkward situation.

After confirming that her pockets were indeed empty, Ji Qingyi’s face took on an expression of utter despair. Paired with her pale, sickly complexion, she looked like she could join a Halloween celebration without any makeup.

“Forgot your keys?”

After watching the person in front of her rummage through empty pockets for nearly two minutes, Wen Yuchuan finally couldn’t hold back the question.

“……”

Ji Qingyi had nothing left but silence.

She had still been praying that the keys might have been left in Wen Yuchuan’s apartment, but then she suddenly recalled the scene when she took the medicine. With even more despair, she realized that after taking the medicine, she had casually set the keys down—they were probably still on the cabinet inside the house.

“It’s too late to call a locksmith now.”

“…”

Ji Qingyi didn’t want to speak.

“Guess you’ll have to stay here for the night. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.”

Wen Yuchuan lazily leaned against the doorframe again, squinting slightly as he smiled at Ji Qingyi.

So damn annoying. Ji Qingyi had already cursed him a hundred times in her head just from looking at him.

“I’ll stay at a hotel.”

“You didn’t bring your ID either, did you?”

“…I’ll just sleep on the streets then.”

“Oh? In that case, I can rename this place ‘the streets’ right now.”

“…”

Ji Qingyi took a deep breath, trying her best to stay calm. Her head was still spinning badly, though the chills had momentarily faded—probably because she was burning up with anger.

In this situation, it was better not to argue with Wen Yuchuan. She really had no energy left to talk. With a sigh, she glanced at the time on her phone, weakly wondering if she should go find a temple to burn some incense. Could a normal person really be this unlucky?

In the end, Ji Qingyi chose to compromise because she felt even worse. If she didn’t find a place to sit down soon, she was sure she’d faint on the spot.

And so, under Wen Yuchuan’s smiling, crescent-eyed gaze, she walked back into the living room.

Just moments ago, she had coldly declared, “The past is just the past,” drawing a clear line between them—only to now have no choice but to stay the night at his place.

Faced with this awkward reality, Ji Qingyi kept a blank expression, as if she was simply speechless. But in her mind, she was already contemplating whether she could find a place to jump off right now.

Ah, the balcony door was locked.

Ji Qingyi glanced in the balcony’s direction and thought—so much for making a dash for it and performing a leaping maneuver. She really must have fried her brain from the fever. Otherwise, how could she have forgotten the keys?

Whatever. What’s done is done, and there’s no other way. For now, she should just rest properly. So Ji Qingyi slumped back onto the comfortable sofa, sinking into its cotton-like softness. As long as she ignored Wen Yuchuan laughing at her from the side, she might still have a tolerable night.

Maybe.