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Cen Lingqiu crouched down, holding Yu Mingjiao's hand with one hand while using the other to hold the umbrella, shielding her from the rain.

Her tone was light and flat, devoid of emotion, like the calm surface of a lake on a cloudy day.

Yu Mingjiao recognized the person in front of her and immediately shook off her hand, her face displaying undisguised disgust.

Her expression was gloomy, and her voice was cold, "What do you want now?"

Cen Lingqiu didn't answer. "Let's go inside first," she said as she reached out to help her up. But Yu Mingjiao recoiled as if from something repulsive, refusing to let her touch her. Struggling, she propped herself up on her elbows, her snake-like cold eyes meeting Cen Lingqiu's gaze.

It was only then that Cen Lingqiu truly saw her face.

She was an exceptionally beautiful person.

With straight black hair cascading down her shoulders and back, and blunt bangs framing her face, her pale complexion was accentuated by the jet-black hair. Her eyes were almond-shaped with slightly upturned corners, giving them a touch of charm and allure.

Her irises were dark, and her long, thick lashes framed eyes that, despite their beauty, were lifeless—like a dead, frozen lake in the depths of winter.

She was stunning, yet utterly desolate, like a lifeless doll displayed in a shop window.

As expected of the female lead.

"Lin Qiu." Yu Mingjiao suddenly smiled, her expression strange and stiff. "Don't you hate me?"

Cen Lingqiu remained silent.

"Why don't you just kill me?" Yu Mingjiao's voice was shockingly calm, almost terrifyingly so. "If I die, your precious little brother won't waste his time on a useless cripple like me."

Suddenly, a sharp electronic voice echoed in Cen Lingqiu's mind.

[Warning! The female lead's self-destructive tendencies have reached 90%. Host must take immediate action to reduce the level!]

Cen Lingqiu mentally replied, "Quiet."

The electronic voice obediently vanished.

"You're so young—why are you thinking about dying?" Cen Lingqiu said blandly, ignoring the female lead's resistance and firmly helping her back into the wheelchair. "The rain is getting heavier. Let's go inside; you'll catch a cold."

Yu Mingjiao resisted her touch with all her might, but her body was too weak. Though she was taller than Cen Lingqiu by a head, her frailty and the abuse she had endured left her powerless against her.

"Shut up." Yu Mingjiao glared at her coldly. "Why are you pretending to care? You burned my hand, left me here in the rain, and now you're spouting these hypocritical words. Lin Qiu, you're disgusting."

Faced with such an accusation, Cen Lingqiu had nothing to say. After all, these were objective facts, things that the real "Lin Qiu" had indeed done to her.

But Cen Lingqiu was not Lin Qiu.