The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 33

Xia Ling looked paler than usual as she picked up a box of roses.

To the horror of his roommates, he threw them to the ground with great force. A shrill sound echoed throughout the room as crystal fragments scattered across the ground.

"Xingling, you .." Lan Lan was too shocked to speak.

Xia Ling could not be bothered with him. With a blank, look at him getting a broom mechanically, sweeping his shards and moving them into a black trash bag. He then left the room, walked three exits, and dumped the trash bag into the largest and dirtiest trash can he saw.

The night was silent.

He dragged himself back to the dorm, exhausted, and slipped himself in.

The nightmares keep coming.

A huge prison cell stood deep within the boundless fog. He did not know when he walked into the cell, all he knew was that whenever he desperately searched for the escape route, and did not care which way he ran, no matter which way he ran, he would end up in front of a barrage of cold steel barricades right on the escape path. . . And something will loom from behind him, covered by the forest. . .

He started to sweat cold.

She hugged her knees as she sat on the bed, too afraid to close her eyes. He held it out all night.

In the morning, Lan Lan looked at him as if she was seeing a ghost. "Xingling, were you out robbing the house last night or were you just in love? Why do you sit all night instead of sleeping? Also, you don't look good today with your dark eye circles."

Xia Ling acted like she heard nothing and went to take a shower for practice.

At the dance, he almost twisted his ankle. And while singing, he came out a few times.

He called Wei Shaoyin, telling him that he would not leave for a while. Wei Shaoyin replied mockingly, "Yes, you better reflect on yourself. For the previous song you were more of a hindrance than a favor, you were thinking of cutting your debut in this country?"

He was not in the mood to quarrel with her, and instead weakly said, "If that's all, I hang up the phone."

Wei Shaoyin paused for a moment. "Xiaoling, is there something on your mind? What problems have you faced?"

He said, "No."

Wei Shaoyin continued to lecture him, "The best thing is that that's the case. If there is anything, let Tan Ying know. Besides he's in charge of you trainee, you don't have to be easy on him."

"Understand," he said.

His head hurt as he hung up the phone.

How could he tell Tan Ying something like that? He couldn't possibly leave: Chairman Tan, Director Pei of Imperial Entertainment wants me to be his wife, please help me get rid of him?

. . . It was not that Tan Ying could get rid of him.

. . . It was not that Tan Ying could get rid of him.

One nightmare after another, boundless fog encapsulated him as soon as he closed his eyes.

For several days in a row without proper rest, she was all haggard and tired. He had been waiting in trepidation for Pei Ziheng and Chu Chen's next move, but it was as if they had disappeared, not moving at all.

Just like that, it lasted until the New Year when the training camp called for a two-week break.

The life of a trainee is a difficult one. They hardly need to rest all year, and a two-week leave for the New Year is the only chance they have to go home. So, once the break began, most of them immediately left the camp. Lan Lan and the other two roommates left for the house almost instantly, and the only person left in the empty and lifeless space was Xia Ling.

Tan Ying asked why he did not leave.

Xia Ling was a little confused. In his memory, there was a lot of information regarding his parents, but nothing seemed foreign to him – be it the term "parent" or the two living people involved.

He doesn't know how to deal with them.

Tan Ying said, "Go back to visit, Ye Xingling. You've been here alone for so long, your parents must miss you so much. Back for reunions during celebrations and festivals is the children's duty."

Correct . . . Duty .

He calmly thought about it. Since he had taken over Ye Xingling's body, he had to take over the responsibilities that came with it. Alright, visiting Ye Xingling's family on her behalf would be her way of thanking her for lending the corpse shell.

He calmly thought about it. Since he had taken over Ye Xingling's body, he had to take over the responsibilities that came with it. Alright, visiting Ye Xingling's family on her behalf would be her way of thanking her for lending the corpse shell.

Ye's family was in that town. Xia Ling followed the memories of the muscles the body had, traveled across half the city, and arrived at a door.

It was the stepmother who opened the door – she was cold and bowed towards him. However, Xia Ling was relieved by it. After all, she did not know how to get along with her parents, but was more than immune to cold stares and hostility.

Ye's father felt very guilty and looked at her apologetically. Even so, all he said was, "Xingling, I know that's not fair to you, but be a little more tolerant towards your Aunt Liu, okay? He's never been easy all this time."

Xia Ling nodded indifferently.

But on the inside, he found it a mockery. If she remembered correctly, this Aunt Liu was actually the hostess who kicked her rightful mother out of the house. No wonder there was a refusal to call her "Mother".

Whatever love that person is talking about is not real. The only reality is the fleeting nature of people.

He still did not sleep well at night, the same nightmares kept recurring. The next day when he saw the way Father Ye and Aunt Liu interacted, he was reminded of Pei Ziheng – the way he slipped into his coat, the way he fed him. . . all the little things in the past surged back into his head.

The stepmother was very sarcastic to him, "Wow, is a celebrity who is not used to living in a small house, commoners like our house or something, she has been pulling a long face since she came back. If there is so much unhappiness, simply pack up and return to the training camp faster than being a curse at home! "

Because of Father Ye, he pretended not to hear it.

A few days ago before Father Ye approached him. "Xingling, you've been back for a while and haven't seen Feifei. How about we go together as a family to visit him tomorrow?"

Xia Ling had no comment.

She and her sister are basically strangers. In his memories, the original inhabitants of his body seemed to really like his little sister, Ye Xingfei. Ye Xingfei's smile was always filled with pure happiness, seemingly capable of eradicating all the problems in the world.

Xia Ling had no comment.

She and her sister are basically strangers. In his memories, the original inhabitants of his body seemed to really like his little sister, Ye Xingfei. Ye Xingfei's smile was always filled with pure happiness, seemingly capable of eradicating all the problems in the world.

But that was not how Xia Ling felt.

Everything Xia Ling knew about kinship existed in her past life, and was spent on Xia Yu. In this life, he did not need any more attachments, he only needed to treat this so-called sister fairly and nothing more.

He, Father Ye, and Aunt Liu went to the hospital by public bus. This family is not too rich – they are only middle class at best – and should carefully budget even for the smallest things, the, so the route they choose is always the cheapest but also the most congested. They spent two to three good hours on the bus, and after they got off, Xia Ling had a dizzy spell that even made walking feel strange without effort.

With each step, he felt like he was walking on a cloud. He followed Father Ye and Aunt Liu to the hospital building and then arrived at the VIP area on the upper level.

Aunt Liu suddenly grabbed Father Ye. "Geez, I feel dizzy and nauseous, I think it must have been a trip earlier. I feel like I'm throwing up, follow me to the toilet, hurry …"

Father Ye frantically helped him, as he looked at Xia Ling with a helpless look. A second later he finally said, "Xingling, how about this, can you go to the ward first? Not far from here, just walk to the end of the corridor, 2206. Easily recognizable."

He replied, "OK."

He turned around and went looking for his own ward.

Easily recognized well. At the end of the corridor was a wood-textured door to the ward; it was beautiful and exuded an aura of grandeur, looking much neater than the one in the house. He looked up to check the ward number again. 2206, here it is.

He pushed the door open and entered.