After Saving My Possessive Best Friend, I Couldn't Escape (GL) - Chapter 12

Perhaps her tone at the very beginning was too harsh. Ye Yu pondered for two seconds and readily admitted her error, “I was just a little angry at them.”

Fang Zhile nodded, choking up. “I know. It’s all my fault.”

“Your fault for what?” Ye Yu asked.

Fang Zhile froze, blinking. A tear hung precariously on her eyelash, threatening to fall. Her eyes held the confusion of someone who hadn’t caught up with the conversation. “I, I…”

My fault for not being miserable enough.

She shouldn’t have slept in the corner; she should have slept by the stairwell, waiting in the night wind for Ye Yu to return, and thus thoroughly earn her sympathy.

However, this level was probably sufficient. Ye Yu was a soft-hearted sweetheart who couldn’t stand injustice. She should stop while she was ahead and not let Ye Yu truly worry herself sick.

Fang Zhile’s acting skills had reached perfection. The moment she spoke, it conveyed the difficulty of holding back, the unspoken grievance, and the impossible secret she couldn’t share.

That unspoken sense of injustice and wrong was visible to Ye Yu, who couldn’t help but soften repeatedly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. They are the ones at fault.”

Ye Yu stroked Fang Zhile’s hair, her voice soft. “Next time this happens, don’t keep retreating, alright?”

Fang Zhile nodded blankly. The tear that couldn’t hold on any longer finally fell, landing on the back of Ye Yu’s hand, causing a pang of pain in her heart.

How could anyone be so adorable? Even her crumpled, aggrieved expression was so vivid.

Ye Yu told herself she wasn’t overly sentimental. On the contrary, her emotional world was quite barren; the joys and sorrows of others were irrelevant to her. Yet, Fang Zhile, a person who had inexplicably burst into her world, was able to stir so many subtle and complex emotions in her.

Ye Yu covered her heart, her cool, reserved features gradually relaxing. She gave Fang Zhile a soothing smile. “Go to sleep now. We’ll talk about tomorrow’s matters tomorrow.”

Fang Zhile also felt that today’s scene was sufficient. She would add more fuel to the fire tomorrow!

Fang Zhile said, “Okay, you should sleep early too.”

“What is this?” Just before getting into bed, Ye Yu noticed the milk tea cup on the table.

Fang Zhile hadn’t climbed onto the bed yet. Hearing the question, her cheeks flushed slightly. “That’s coffee I made for you, but it’s already cold… I wasn’t thinking at the time. Drinking coffee late at night isn’t good.”

Ye Yu blinked, curious. “You made it?”

“Yes, but it’s probably ugly, and the latte art must have dispersed,” Fang Zhile was telling the truth this time. She had expected Sun Li to cause trouble, but she hadn’t expected them to be so decisive as to lock her out. “I was planning to give it to you.”

“Latte art?”

“Yes, a big-eared bunny.”

Ye Yu got out of bed again. She didn’t intend to drink cold coffee before bed, but she still wanted to see the little bunny.

“It’s gone,” Ye Yu unscrewed the lid. The bunny had dissolved into a blurry outline. The cold aroma of coffee wafted into her nostrils. Even though it had lost its fresh richness, she could tell it was a good cup of coffee.

Her expression immediately showed a hint of disappointment.

“If you like it, I’ll make you another cup tomorrow,” Fang Zhile offered.

Ye Yu looked up at her. “Really?”

Fang Zhile nodded, speaking as if it were obvious. “Of course. You took me in for the night; I can treat you to ten cups of coffee.”

Ye Yu carefully put the coffee cup down, climbed back into bed, and whispered, “It’s a promise, then. Good night.”

Ye Yu woke up half an hour earlier than others. She was accustomed to getting up early to write calligraphy, a habit she had maintained diligently since childhood.

Fang Zhile had spent half an hour curled up on the floor the night before, so she slept deeply all night, but her legs were still slightly uncomfortable when she woke up.

Ye Yu was writing, and Fang Zhile quietly washed up. When Ye Yu finished writing the last character, Fang Zhile handed her a roll of bandage.

“This is for you,” Fang Zhile said. “Finger tape. You need to protect your fingers when you write for a long time.”

Ye Yu looked down at the bandage. It was the most ordinary flax color, and the elasticity was the common type, but it seemed to have been cut, resulting in a width rarely seen on the market.

“Your fingers are very slender—not the kind that lacks flesh, but your joints are small, and the bones between the joints are long, stretching the skin,” Fang Zhile grabbed her shoulder-length hair and explained. “So the tape needs to be narrower. I specifically bought a wider one and cut it in half.”

Ye Yu didn’t know what to say. After a few seconds of silence, she put the bandage away and said a quiet thank you.

Fang Zhile smiled brightly, picked up her backpack, and turned to leave. “I’m going to the cafeteria now. The corn will be sold out if I’m late.”

Fang Zhile didn’t wait to walk with Ye Yu. Their relationship was neither familiar nor estranged right now. Moreover, Ye Yu was generally used to walking alone, and accompanying her might make her uncomfortable.

Ye Yu watched her retreating back, feeling a sense of relief, but also a slight discomfort in her heart. That discomfort was inexplicable, yet its presence was intensely strong.

Ye Yu frowned and sent a message to Zhou Meize on her phone.

“Meet me at the third-floor water room after morning self-study.”

If she couldn’t find the reason for her discomfort, she would deal with the problem first.

The time Fang Zhile left Ye Yu’s room was not particularly early; many people had already started washing up. The door that had been locked against her last night was now wide open. Fang Zhile walked past it without changing her expression. In her peripheral vision, Sun Li saw her and walked toward her.

“Where did you sleep last night?”

Sun Li’s questioning voice came from behind.

Fang Zhile pointed to her ear. “Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

“Is playing deaf and mute interesting?” Sun Li sneered, her gaze falling on the only open door in the hallway. “Did you sleep with Ye Yu?”

Fang Zhile answered her first question, chuckling. “It’s interesting. Why wouldn’t it be? If it weren’t interesting, why would one, two, or three of you pretend to be deaf all last night?”

Fang Zhile couldn’t be bothered to argue with them. Ye Yu would be coming out soon. If she got caught up in a fight with Sun Li, Ye Yu would definitely see it. It was early morning, and everyone was in a good mood; Fang Zhile didn’t want Ye Yu to be tainted by bad luck.

She would have plenty of opportunities to deal with these petty bullies later; there was no rush now. Besides, if they hadn’t been so swift and locked her out, how else would Ye Yu have “rescued” her back to her dorm?

In a way, she should thank them.

Fang Zhile turned to leave.

“Don’t think you’ve latched onto some incredible sugar daddy,” Sun Li rushed forward, cutting her off, and yelled. “You’re just a vulgar lackey who can’t be presented in polite society! Do you think Ye Yu can protect you?”

“I don’t expect her to protect me, but Ye Yu is a good person. If she sees injustice… she can’t help but get involved,” Fang Zhile said.

The content, tone, and pitch of Fang Zhile’s sentence perfectly hit Sun Li’s breaking point. Sun Li instantly exploded. “Fang Zhile, do you want to have even more shameful photos taken of you? I’ll scatter those photos immediately, and you’ll be completely unable to survive in this school!”