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"Still laughing. You're sick."

"When I see you, I want to laugh. I can't help it."

The sick Chen Yang was less aggressive and less intimidating than usual. He seemed a little sickly and weak, but his mouth was the same. The moment he opened his mouth, Lin Luo wanted to beat him up.

"Can you stop talking nonsense every day?"

"What I said to Rolo was never nonsense."

"Hmph, those words are nonsense."

Lin Luo took off the towel on Chen Yang's forehead and walked to the door. He suddenly remembered that Old Yan had closed the door and came back.

Chen Yang pointed at the button on the wall and said, "Press it."

Lin Luo pressed down according to Chen Yang's instructions and soon heard the sound of the lock turning.

"You can leave now."

Lin Luo took the towel and walked out again. When she reached the door, she looked back at Chen Yang, who was also watching her from his bed. He gave her a gentle smile, then quickly turned his head away from Chen Yang and trotted out of the room.

What? So that pervert also had a normal smile. Or was it that after he got sick, he wasn't as fierce?

No matter what, the Chen Yang lying on the bed was no longer as annoying to Lin Luo as it usually was. But Lin Luo was more willing to believe that Chen Yang became meek than to think that it was due to his forgiving heart of a doctor.

"Chen Yang, can I ask you a question? I'm really curious." Lin Luo blinked her eyes and looked at Chen Yang like an innocent kitten.

"You want to ask why I was so angry last time, but now you're allowed to enter my room?"

Although Chen Yang had a bad temper, his ability to see through people's hearts was not bad. Lin Luo couldn't help but admire this ability.

She nodded and did not deny it.

"Because of the painting."

Lin Luo followed Chen Yang's gaze and saw a young child's painting.

"What's wrong with the painting? Is there something wrong with that? " Lin Luo tilted his head and carefully sized up the somewhat childish portrait.

"I painted that."

"…"

"What, is the drawing bad?"

"No, no. It's very pretty!" Lin Luo shook his head and denied it. "It's just, I was a little surprised."

"Why not?"

"I didn't expect you to paint a portrait of someone else, and like it so much."

Hearing Lin Luo's answer, Chen Yang was clearly a little angry, but he still laughed. "Am I that cold-blooded in your heart?"

"No, I'm not cold-blooded. I should say that I don't have any feelings. Other than teasing and playing with me, I don't seem to be able to feel your feelings for things that happen around you."

Chen Yang showed an injured expression, "Rolo is also considered to have been hurt, I have a lot of feelings for him."

"Look, it's happening again. Although you always say things that would make people misunderstand, but I can clearly tell that those words don't contain any actual feelings. If it was someone else, you could still say it. Do you really think these kinds of things can be called feelings?"

Chen Yang was stunned. He opened his mouth but did not know what to say.

"Although I've always been toyed with by you, I'm not stupid, okay? Otherwise, how could I have endured so many 'sweet words' from you every day?"

"So that's what Rolo thinks."

"I say, Chen Yang, don't tell me you've always been talking to girls like that?"

Chen Yang recalled for a moment and then nodded his head.

"As expected, you are truly terrible. You clearly have such a face, yet you casually said those words to a girl. It would be strange if anyone did not misunderstand you."

Chen Yang suddenly moved closer and stared into Lin Luo's eyes. "Rolo, do you think my face is very pretty?"

Lin Luo retreated, pulling the distance between them, "I didn't say that, don't be so narcissistic!"

"But what you said just now, was exactly what you meant."

"Scram!" I was trying to teach you not to flirt with girls. "

"Then did I provoke you?" Chen Yang withdrew his mocking smile and stared fixedly at Lin Luo. His black eyes were like a pool of water or a silent night.

Lin Luo was slightly startled. "Only now …" "Nope, I already told you not to be narcissistic, your emotionless teasing will only make me hate you."

"And if I have feelings?" Chen Yang leaned closer. From this angle, Lin Luo could see his eyes more clearly, as if they were filled with expectation.

"Can you really do it? Treat others with affection. " Lin Luo asked Chen Yang.

Chen Yang leaned back on the bed and looked at the painting in confusion. "I don't know."

Lin Luo also looked at the painting. After a long while, Chen Yang spoke again, "The girl on that painting is my former tablemate."

"She's my first love, isn't she? "Chen Yang actually has someone he likes as well."

Lin Luo was indeed a little surprised, but she didn't deny it.

"I also feel that it's laughable that I would actually like people and go on doing foolish things like painting portraits for others."

"Not stupid at all."

"What?"

"I say," Lin Luo looked into Chen Yang's eyes and said word by word, "I'm not stupid at all."

"Anything that you work hard to do for someone you like is not stupid."

"For someone you like?" Chen Yang said thoughtfully.

"That's right. Besides, since this painting is so beautiful, that girl must be very happy as well. If it was me, I would definitely be very touched."

"But you are not her, and she has not seen this painting." Chen Yang's gaze fell on the girl on the painting, but Lin Luo could feel that his thoughts were not on the painting, but further away at a place she couldn't see.

"The day before I was going to give this painting to her, she left the country without telling me, just like that, quietly went abroad without ever coming back. I asked everyone who knew her, no one knew where she went, how she disappeared so cleanly, just like she never appeared in my life."

"What about her things?"

They were all taken away. A week before she left, she asked me to return all the things she sent back to her. At that time, I thought it was very strange, but she only said that you would know in the future, and I did not pursue this matter any further.

"Sorry, I was too rude that day. I didn't know this painting was so important to you."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not angry anymore. You didn't do anything to destroy this painting anyway. I'm just afraid. Afraid that my secret will be seen by others. Afraid that I will lose this final connection with her."

Afraid I'll forget what I like.