My Ex-Girlfriend Said She Was A Fairy - Chapter 2

Ji Qingyi tugged at the hem of her rain-soaked clothes, suddenly feeling an overwhelming discomfort. Her hand, after adjusting her clothes, hovered awkwardly for a moment before finally dropping back to its natural position.

Dressed too plainly and worn out from consecutive overtime shifts, Ji Qingyi looked as pale as a ghost—practically announcing to the world how miserably she was living. The heavy rain outside only made it worse, easily dredging up memories of that ugly breakup scene.

No matter how you looked at it, this was not the ideal moment for a reunion with an ex. Yet, Wen Yuchuan had appeared without warning, leaving her completely unprepared.

“Long time no see.”

Wen Yuchuan smiled, her eyes crinkling just like before. Her expression was so natural, her tone so casual, as if nothing had ever changed between them—utterly oblivious to the fact that she was the infuriating ex who had caused so much pain.

“……”

Ji Qingyi didn’t respond.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to snap back with a few sharp words. She just couldn’t find any at the moment, leaving her silent.

They were still standing in front of the milk tea shop when someone tried to enter, forcing them to step aside.

Moving under the eaves together, the rain sprayed in, leaving Ji Qingyi’s face damp and cold. She glanced at the person beside her—dressed in a windbreaker, cargo pants, and black combat boots, looking every bit the part of someone put together. That face hadn’t changed at all, still just as striking. And now, those deep, ink-black eyes were watching Ji Qingyi with amusement.

After saying “long time no see,” Wen Yuchuan fell silent again, quietly observing Ji Qingyi as if waiting for a response.

Another terrible thing to add to the list.

Ji Qingyi couldn’t help but curse inwardly at her own disheveled hair, gloomy expression, and exhausted, lifeless eyes. This was just too awful—facing the ex who had dumped her in such a wretched state.

What rotten luck.

Her chest suddenly felt heavy. She knew it was Wen Yuchuan’s sudden reappearance that was making her feel this way—this person who had abruptly left her and now just as abruptly reappeared. But starting an argument would be too undignified. Ji Qingyi didn’t want to engage, so she turned to grab her umbrella from the rack.

Whatever. Ignore her.

Ji Qingyi glanced at Wen Yuchuan standing nearby and thought weakly.

She was just too tired, her head spinning. She had neither the mood nor the energy to deal with the hassle of confronting an ex. Let Wen Yuchuan think whatever she wanted—if she saw her as pitiful, so be it. The thought made the suffocating weight in her chest tighten even more, her heart pounding dully, like the ominous prelude to a sudden collapse from too many sleepless nights.

Still, Ji Qingyi chose to pretend she hadn’t heard, withdrawing her brief gaze and preparing to open her umbrella and leave immediately.

Of course, pretending not to hear was too obvious at a time like this, and walking away without a word practically screamed “running away in defeat.”

Unconsciously biting her lower lip, Ji Qingyi knew her behavior wasn’t natural. She didn’t want Wen Yuchuan to think she was still hung up on the past, but her mind was too scrambled to come up with a better response.

The reunion had been too sudden. Ji Qingyi couldn’t fake indifference on the spot. So, she settled for “out of sight, out of mind”—in short, fleeing was the priority.

“Wait.”

Wen Yuchuan noticed Ji Qingyi sizing her up for a moment before turning away with a cold expression, about to open her umbrella and leave. Unable to keep up the forced smile any longer, Wen called out to stop her.

“……”

It wouldn’t matter if she pretended not to hear now—Wen surely knew she was doing it on purpose anyway.

With that thought, Ji Qingyi glanced at Wen Yuchuan beside her. Her expression remained unchanged as she silently opened her umbrella and stepped into the rain.

It might have been a little rude, but who cared? There was no need to be polite to an ex-girlfriend who had lost her mind.

Ji Qingyi walked toward the office building, just across the street. The distance was short, but the slanting rain was so heavy that even that brief stretch left her damp.

She didn’t follow.

When she reached the building, Ji Qingyi inexplicably turned back, the thought surfacing unbidden in her mind.

No—she immediately stopped herself. This wasn’t some melodramatic novel. There wouldn’t be any grand rain-soaked reconciliation, no tearful embrace leading to a reunion. This wasn’t some surreal romantic drama.

How ridiculous. Ji Qingyi shook her head, annoyed at herself for even briefly wishing Wen would chase after her.

Yet, for some reason, her steps suddenly felt heavier. She didn’t move, standing still as she stared across the street.

Wen Yuchuan was still there, exactly where she had been. The dense rain wove a curtain in the air, pooling into tiny rivulets on the ground, blurring the figure on the other side.

Ji Qingyi couldn’t make out Wen’s face, let alone her gaze, but she had a feeling Wen was looking at her. Who else would it be?

But it didn’t change anything. Just a few more glances—that was all. Ji Qingyi didn’t want to be the type to linger over an ex. If she had wanted to respond, she would have done so earlier. She had chosen silence for a reason. What was the point of dwelling on it now?

With one last look at the hazy figure across the street, Ji Qingyi felt an unusual thud in her chest. But she ignored it.

She did nothing. Just closed her umbrella and walked into the building.

By the time Ji Qingyi left work, the sky was already half-dark. Stepping outside, she looked up at the dull, colorless expanse—no rain now, but no trace of sunset either.

A monochrome sky, a stifling world.

Work had been exhausting. Even the simplest tasks required endless back-and-forth, and the design requirements kept shifting unpredictably. It was maddening.

Weary from the day, Ji Qingyi didn’t want to return to her apartment just yet. A suffocating restlessness clung to her, so she wandered aimlessly through the streets.

The aftermath of the rain left everything damp. Humidity bred bacteria, but at least the chill kept the air crisp rather than musty.

The cold, fresh air eased her slightly as she drifted along, searching for a place to eat.

What should I eat? Ji Qingyi shifted her focus to this question, and the oppressive feeling in her chest finally eased a little. Nearby was a pedestrian street with plenty of food options.

Hmm… spicy hot pot, then. Ji Qingyi stopped in front of a shop. Her stomach wasn’t great, so she usually avoided such foods, but she was in a bad mood today. If she couldn’t even eat what she wanted, then life would truly be meaningless.

She stepped inside. Unlike the other customers, who sat in twos and threes, she was alone. In the past, she might have felt awkward, but now Ji Qingyi was used to moving through the world solo. Ignoring the glances of others, she picked her ingredients and broth base before finding an empty seat.

After idly scrolling on her phone for a while, her food finally arrived. A few bites in, she found it decent enough. The taste of something delicious lifted her spirits slightly.

Hopefully, the day’s misfortunes would end here. Maybe this meal could mark the start of leaving all the bad luck behind.

That was what Ji Qingyi told herself, but prayers like these never worked. A terrible day was destined to be terrible—it wouldn’t change just because she willed it.

When a server approached with a familiar figure in tow, explaining that the other person hoped to share her table, Ji Qingyi scanned the room and saw it was indeed full. With no choice, she nodded in agreement, her expression darkening again.

Wen Yuchuan smiled at her, and Ji Qingyi’s hand jerked, nearly dropping her spoon. Afraid it would fall into the broth, she reached to catch it but accidentally brushed against the still-scalding pot, burning her fingers.

Had she been cursed? Why else would misfortune keep piling up like this?

Ji Qingyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. The surrounding chatter only grated on her nerves, and on top of it all, she could hear the person across from her anxiously asking if she was okay, if it was serious.

Of course it wasn’t serious. It was just a minor burn—like a pinprick, fleeting and numb. Though a careless burn had left a scar on her arm before, Ji Qingyi had never cared much about such things. This really wasn’t a big deal. Her irritation was only magnified by the presence of the person sitting opposite her.

A coincidence? Ji Qingyi even briefly wondered if this person was following her. But what could they possibly want? Her expression soured as she watched Wen Yuchuan suddenly stand up, but she quickly schooled her features back into their usual indifference.

“I’ll step out for a moment.”

“Don’t bother.”

Wen Yuchuan paused at Ji Qingyi’s words. She hadn’t said anything, yet Ji Qingyi already knew what she was about to do. So she smiled again. How could Ji Qingyi be so sure she was going to buy burn ointment? Was it because of the past? Maybe there was still some trust between them.

Ji Qingyi’s expression darkened once more. She had only meant to refuse the other’s help, but after speaking, she realized how presumptuous it was to assume Wen Yuchuan intended to assist her in the first place. That shouldn’t have been the case.

The woman standing opposite noticed the change in her expression and briefly averted her gaze, but soon met her eyes again—this time without any hesitation, still with a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips.

Wen Yuchuan still stepped out of the shop.

Ji Qingyi wasn’t entirely without options if she wanted to avoid Wen Yuchuan again. For instance, she could abandon her half-eaten meal and leave immediately, or ask for a takeout container to bring the food home. But why should she leave behind something she had paid for and hadn’t finished? It wasn’t often she dined in, so why should she pack it up only to eat soggy, ruined food later?

Damn it.

Irritated, Ji Qingyi stirred the small pot with her spoon a couple of times, producing a noisy clatter.

Wen Yuchuan returned quickly, handing her a tube of burn ointment. It was just a minor scalding—nothing serious at all. This was far too much of a fuss. Ji Qingyi ignored it, continuing to focus on her food. Left with no choice, Wen Yuchuan withdrew the ointment and tucked it into a zippered pocket.

Why had she actually gone to buy burn ointment? What did Ji Qingyi’s affairs have to do with her? They weren’t lovers anymore, nor were they friends. They should be nothing more than strangers.

Wen Yuchuan sat down opposite her again, and Ji Qingyi had missed her best chance to leave. Biting her lower lip, she thought resentfully—was it possible that she herself didn’t actually want to leave, and that’s why she was making so many excuses?

If the person across from her had any sense, they would leave on their own. But Wen Yuchuan clearly had no sense—otherwise, she wouldn’t have deliberately come over to share a table after seeing the shop was full. Earlier in the afternoon, Ji Qingyi had thought she could just pretend not to see her, but now it seemed that ignoring her wouldn’t stop her from appearing right in front of her.

Why? Without any warning, she had suddenly reappeared. Just like when she had proposed breaking up—always catching her off guard. Was she someone who deserved to be toyed with?

Ji Qingyi glared at Wen Yuchuan, who remained unfazed, still wearing that casual, upward curl of her lips. But more than dissatisfaction, what filled Ji Qingyi was a deep sense of helplessness.

She had finally gotten off work, yet she still couldn’t relax—now she had to deal with this mess. Unable to help herself, Ji Qingyi let out a soft sigh. They were both adults; it would be undignified to start hurling insults over past romantic grievances. So it was better to just stay silent. Ji Qingyi quietly averted her gaze and continued eating the remaining food.

The taste of the dishes hadn’t changed, but she found them hard to swallow. Since they no longer tasted good, she should have left immediately. Yet, for some reason, she still hadn’t gone.

A sudden surge of resentment rose in Ji Qingyi—how could Wen Yuchuan act as if nothing had happened, still smiling so effortlessly? She had to mimic that composure too, lest she seem like she was still hung up on the past.

But Ji Qingyi couldn’t bring herself to smile. The best she could do was hold Wen Yuchuan’s gaze without flinching, trying to appear natural. Yet when she saw Wen Yuchuan chuckle lightly, her heart wrenched as if being tugged downward—she realized she was just making a fool of herself.

…She hated troublesome situations the most, yet here she was, choosing the more troublesome path.

As Ji Qingyi bit into a slice of meat, she suddenly felt dazed. She wasn’t sure what she was doing anymore—shouldn’t she have left already? She needed to calm down, just like she had in the afternoon, and not let herself sink into this humiliating emotional turmoil.

Yet she wasn’t someone who could sever all emotions and desires, incapable of fully controlling her own feelings. So that sudden urge to outdo the other person kept dictating her actions, preventing her from standing up to leave.

Nearly a year had passed—why was she still experiencing these rare surges of emotion because of them? It was awful. In that moment, Ji Qingyi felt pathetic. But showing this vulnerability would only make her suffer even more.

So she simply continued eating quietly, tearing off pieces of meat with her teeth, her indifferent expression unchanging.

Pretending to be deaf and mute, maintaining this prolonged silence—it wasn’t a good solution, Ji Qingyi thought as she stared at the food in her soup.

But if she wanted to keep up this battle of wills, this was the only way. Because she didn’t trust her current muddled mind to let her speak anything rational.