My Ex-Girlfriend Said She Was A Fairy - Chapter 7

Ji Qingyi went in to grab her things and left quickly. Shen Xizhao didn’t have time to approach her for a word—he only looked up at the sound of someone entering and caught a glimpse of Ji Qingyi walking out with her bag, along with the figure outside the glass door.

Wen Yuchuan stood outside the glass, watching inside. It wasn’t until her gaze shifted away from Ji Qingyi that she noticed someone standing at a workstation further in.

It was the person who had just been beside Ji Qingyi.

The other person looked back at her, lips curving into a practiced, flawless smile. Perfect… yet somehow strange. Wen Yuchuan stared at Shen Xizhao but didn’t dwell on it, because she heard Ji Qingyi’s voice.

“What are you looking at?”

Ji Qingyi had already stepped outside and noticed Wen Yuchuan still standing there. Following her line of sight, she saw Shen Xizhao, who had been hidden behind a computer earlier, now standing up and waving at her with a smile.

Ah, I forgot to say goodbye to her… Ji Qingyi thought, raising her hand to wave back.

Goodbye.

She mouthed the words silently.

“I’m leaving.”

Exhausted, Ji Qingyi didn’t linger. She could just request leave on the platform later—no need to drag her weak body around waiting here.

Wen Yuchuan watched as Ji Qingyi half-heartedly acknowledged the person inside before turning away with nothing more than a curt remark. Her eyes darkened slightly.

Equally indifferent to everyone—should that be reassuring or disheartening? Personally, she liked that Ji Qingyi kept her boundaries clear with others, but still… Wen Yuchuan stood silently in place, watching the retreating figure nearing the elevator. She wasn’t sure what to feel, so in the end, she just sighed softly and followed after her.

“Is that your friend?”

Wen Yuchuan stopped the elevator door from closing, ignoring Ji Qingyi’s stare as she asked casually.

“Yeah.”

Ji Qingyi leaned weakly against the handrail, responding with a single syllable. Wen Yuchuan stood in front of her, so she could only see the other’s expression in the mirror.

Wen Yuchuan had spoken with a smile, and Ji Qingyi once again saw that carefree, unrestrained demeanor.

It was just a passing question—a universal topic to avoid awkward silences. It didn’t mean Wen Yuchuan had any real interest in her social connections. Ji Qingyi thought this and suddenly didn’t want to look at the reflection anymore, so she lowered her head.

“Are you close?”

“Yeah.”

Too drained to elaborate, Ji Qingyi let out a muffled sound. Wen Yuchuan didn’t press further.

Just making conversation, as expected, Ji Qingyi mused.

The only explanation for Wen Yuchuan taking her back was that she was just kind-hearted… But then, why had Ji Qingyi agreed to go with her? She could have refused first and left on her own.

Not that it would have necessarily worked… But she hadn’t even tried to firmly reject it, had she?

The chaotic thoughts made her head throb. Ji Qingyi finally gave up trying to make sense of it, which also spared her from wandering into territory she wasn’t willing to acknowledge.

The elevator descended, the momentary weightlessness before stabilizing again sending another wave of dizziness through her.

Dazed, Ji Qingyi lifted her head to look straight ahead, no longer seeing the reflection in the mirror—just feeling enveloped in shadow.

When she raised her gaze slightly, she met Wen Yuchuan’s pitch-black pupils. Sometimes, she truly wondered if those were human eyes. Why was it that once you looked into them, unless you guarded yourself carefully, it was so easy to get lost in them?

“Let me take you to the hospital.”

“I think we still have ibuprofen at home…”

Ji Qingyi looked up at Wen Yuchuan and spoke slowly.

“Just that?”

Wen Yuchuan leaned down, unable to suppress the urgency in her tone.

“Last time, just taking that was enough.”

Ji Qingyi leaned against the railing, her neck sore from holding her head up for so long. As she lowered her head, she retorted weakly.

Her feeble voice was too quiet, yet Wen Yuchuan found it unbearably heavy. Last time? During the time she was gone, Ji Qingyi had always been so careless with her health.

Wen Yuchuan regretted her past actions again. If she hadn’t broken up with Ji Qingyi, they wouldn’t be in this situation now. But back then, she couldn’t have foreseen what would happen later…

The elevator doors opened.

The moment Ji Qingyi straightened up, a sudden bout of low bl00d sugar hit her. The world before her eyes gradually faded, replaced by flickering static. The ringing in her ears drowned out all sound, as if she had fallen into a void where her senses had vanished. It was the kind of experience that would unsettle most, but she was long accustomed to it. Relying on muscle memory, she could still move forward.

It wasn’t too severe—she wouldn’t faint outright. All she needed was to step out of the elevator, stand still for a while, or lean against something. Soon enough, the static would fade, sounds would return, and she’d be fine.

“Ji Qingyi.”

She heard Wen Yuchuan call her again, this time using her full name. The voice seemed to come from far away, muffled as if submerged in water, yet she could still detect the urgency in it. It was a shame her vision was too blurred to see Wen Yuchuan’s expression.

Suddenly, she felt an external force supporting her. Though she still had the strength to stand, after a brief, feeble struggle in her mind, the inertia of her body made her yield, leaning obediently against the other woman.

Whether it was the familiar scent enveloping her or the touch of their limbs, everything was too well-known. Their bodies naturally drew close, with no physiological resistance whatsoever.

After a short while, her bodily functions gradually recovered, and Ji Qingyi’s consciousness sharpened. Like something out of a cliché drama, she found herself nestled in Wen Yuchuan’s arms.

Should she feel awkward or ashamed? Yet why did it feel so comfortable, so warm?

Ji Qingyi looked at the golden sunlight outside. The glaring halo forced her to close her eyes. Even on a day like this, she still didn’t feel warm enough, greedily clinging to the other’s embrace. She must have really fried her brain with fever, she mocked herself inwardly.

Soon, Ji Qingyi regained her composure. She patted Wen Yuchuan’s arm, and the other woman released her with a smile. She could stand on her own again, though her head still spun. Ji Qingyi wasn’t usually this fragile, yet she had unconsciously accepted Wen Yuchuan’s help.

“Thank you.”

“Since when are you so formal?”

“Then I take it back.”

“No need. At least I still get a ‘thank you.'”

“You want something else?”

“I want to take you to the hospital.”

“…”

A nonsensical conversation, yet somehow they understood each other perfectly.

Ji Qingyi found it both amusing and tragic. How could they still be so familiar? She merely glanced up at the other woman, and Wen Yuchuan immediately leaned down with a smile, saving Ji Qingyi the effort of tilting her head. Now they were eye to eye.

“Let’s go.”

Wen Yuchuan looked into Ji Qingyi’s eyes as she spoke.

Let’s go.

How could Ji Qingyi refuse such a gentle whisper, so much like a soft plea? She had always been helpless against this person in the past, and even now, after their breakup, she still found herself repeatedly yielding to the other’s wishes.

Absolutely terrible. Ji Qingyi looked sorrowfully at those lowered dark eyes. This person was still so good at pretending—yet even knowing it was an act, for a moment, she still wanted to agree.

After all, going to the hospital was for her own good, wasn’t it? Ji Qingyi convinced herself, though she couldn’t explain why Wen Yuchuan was doing these things… In truth, she didn’t dare to explain.

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By the time they left the hospital, Ji Qingyi was so exhausted that she fell asleep in the taxi. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing—at least she didn’t have to regret failing to draw a clear line with Wen Yuchuan, once again entangled in some connection.

She only woke up when Wen Yuchuan carried her upstairs, blinking groggily as if still caught in a dream.

Was this some surreal event? The sheer absurdity of being carried home by an ex-girlfriend was on par with seeing a ghost. Ji Qingyi stared blankly at Wen Yuchuan until a few strands of long hair brushed against her face, the faint tickle snapping her back to reality. Her headache seemed worse now, her thoughts a jumbled mess. By the time she sluggishly tried to speak, they were already at her doorstep.

“Awake?”

What a pointless question—was she sleepwalking otherwise? Ji Qingyi thought irritably, watching Wen Yuchuan’s slightly narrowed, smiling eyes. She was set down on her feet, her vision darkening again as she swayed unsteadily before finally steadying herself.

“You should’ve woken me up.”

Her voice came out even hoarser than before. Ever since that one virus outbreak, every fever she had came with a sore throat. She was used to it by now, so she wasn’t particularly surprised.

“Take your medicine, then drink some honey water.”

Wen Yuchuan ignored Ji Qingyi’s words, abruptly changing the subject.

“No.”

“Just a little.”

“I don’t have any.”

“I do.”

What kind of childish conversation was this? Ji Qingyi couldn’t be bothered to argue further, just wanting to get home as soon as possible.

“I’ll transfer the money for the medicine and the cab fare later…”

She reached out to take the bag from Wen Yuchuan’s hand.

“Will you take the medicine on time?”

Wen Yuchuan pulled the medicine back, leaving Ji Qingyi grasping at air. Dizzy and slow, it took her a moment to react before she lunged forward again to snatch it. But Wen Yuchuan suddenly caught her wrist, the cool touch of skin against hers as she heard the other’s skeptical question.

“I will…”

Ji Qingyi felt a pang of guilt. Given her chaotic sleep schedule on rest days, she couldn’t honestly guarantee she’d take it on time. But she was still feverish—her discomfort would remind her, so it should be fine. More importantly, this was her business. What did it matter if she took it on time or not?

“Give it to me. It’s not like it’s any of your—”

Before she could finish, Wen Yuchuan cut her off.

“After all the time I spent taking you to the hospital, are you really going to say it’s none of my business again?”

“……”

Ji Qingyi was momentarily speechless. She sensed something off about the other’s logic, but her muddled brain couldn’t figure out how to counter it.

“Anyway, just take the medicine first.”

Before Ji Qingyi could speak, she heard Wen Yuchuan unilaterally end the argument. He pulled out a key, unlocked the door directly, and led her—still struggling to formulate a rebuttal—inside the apartment.

Should she dash out and leave behind the medicine in his hand? It didn’t seem necessary. After all, Wen Yuchuan wouldn’t do anything to her. Ji Qingyi’s emotions were tangled. She found the situation strange, yet everything had unfolded so naturally that she didn’t feel any strong urge to resist.

How had things ended up like this? Sitting on the soft sofa, Ji Qingyi pondered in confusion. Her heavy head instinctively leaned against the backrest, and drowsiness crept over her again, though she tried hard to stay alert.

But her body sensed no danger. She heard the sound of water boiling, the fridge opening and closing. Glancing at the figure moving in the kitchen, she felt a sudden, hazy familiarity, as if she had slipped back into the past. The comforting sensation slowly seeped into her, dissolving her tension.

Within moments, Ji Qingyi’s eyes fluttered shut, and she drifted into a dazed sleep.