As she stepped out of the car, Ning Yunhuan felt an odd dizziness in her chest. Frowning, she began ruminating on these past few days that had unfolded like a dream - one of those dreams that refused to let her wake up. She couldn't yet determine whether the ending would be good or ill, but what was certain was that she'd already sacrificed everything for Lanling Yan. Her body belonged to him now; even if some female lead later decided to gift herself to him out of admiration, he should at least respect their prior history and not treat her with such callousness again, right?

Was this perhaps the best possible outcome in a sea of misfortunes? After all, when misfortune struck, even drinking cold water could hurt your teeth.

Just as she was lost in thought about Lanling Yan's recent treatment, memories of the female lead surfaced in her mind. Suddenly someone barreled into her - and with an unmistakably familiar shriek of "Oh no!" Ning Yunhuan felt a soft, squishy impact against her front before shuddering at the realization: there on the ground sat the very same heroine who'd just moments ago occupied her thoughts, eyes glistening with tears as she clutched her bottom in pain.

Con Yinxie's hand still clutched her chest while her cheeks flushed crimson. The soft pressure Ning Yunhuan had felt? Naturally it was the heroine's unassuming exterior concealing a D-cup plus that novels often described so vividly. A sudden chill ran down Ning Yunhuan's spine as she took a step back, then quickly asked: "Senior, are you alright?"

"Of all people..." Con Yinxie gasped through watering eyes. The heroine who'd just taken quite the tumble - famously known for her plump yet firm derriere that left countless male admirers breathless - now looked genuinely pale and distressed as she rubbed her glutes. Ning Yunhuan's peripheral vision caught the undulating flesh as Con Yinxie's fingers massaged, confirming what the novel had described: "Ning Yuncheng's hands roamed over her generous curves, each touch evoking a sensation akin to Piglet eating peaches - every pore tingling with pleasure."

A wave of revulsion washed over Ning Yunhuan as she quickly looked away.

"I'm fine," Con Yinxie managed a strained smile, offering her hand in what was clearly an attempt to appear magnanimous after being knocked down. Such performative gestures might charm naive girls but held no sway over Ning Yunhuan, who remembered all too well the heroine's past betrayals.

With a cold expression and rolled eyes, she turned away sharply: "If you're alright, Senior, I'll be going."

This was not at all what Con Yinxie had anticipated. As Ning Yunhuan started to walk off, panic surged through her. She quickly waved her hand as if tucking hair behind her ear while scrambling to her feet: "Wait! We've met before but never exchanged names - let's start anew. I'm Senior Con Yinxie from the third year. If you ever need help with anything..."

Though academically gifted and quietly elegant, Con Yinxie had always faced resentment among female classmates for being a target of male affection. Yet despite this history of hostility, she inexplicably felt drawn to Ning Yunhuan's presence - an attraction that led her to repeatedly pursue the girl as friends while receiving only cold shoulders in return.

"Not necessary," Ning Yunhuan stepped back with frosty demeanor. In this lifetime, she'd vowed never again make the same foolish mistake of befriending a heroine. That was high-level social combat best left to others' poor judgment.

Con Yinxie hadn't expected such icy treatment. The gentle senior had always been accustomed to adoration in their elite university filled with rich and powerful students. Though not stunningly beautiful, her quiet elegance earned her the title "intellectual beauty" among admirers. But now she felt a sharp sting of rejection as tears spilled over:

"Why won't you talk to me? Did I do something wrong?" Her voice trembled like someone freshly jilted by love, making Ning Yunhuan shiver instinctively.

In past lives she'd blindly followed Con Yinxie, never noticing the other woman's abnormal mindset until it was too late. Must one always be at fault if they simply choose not to associate? Did Con Yinxie truly believe everyone would automatically grovel for her friendship?

Ning Yunhuan snorted coldly, restraining another urge to slap herself: "You didn't make a mistake."

What kind of dramatic breakup scene was this? She took two more steps back. "If you'll excuse me, Senior, I have class."

"Wait!" Con Yinxie wiped her tears and limped after: "At least tell me your name! I could visit you - I know the campus so well..."

Could familiarity with a university ever rival someone who'd lived there for four years? Ning Yunhuan coldly shook her head as she felt Con Yinxie's hand already gripping her wrist. The senior clung desperately, determined to extract both name and contact information.