Qian Bolun had been in poor spirits for the past two days. Grandpa Qian thought he was sick, so he hurriedly sent his driver to bring his private doctor, Xiao Xuyao, home despite the rain.

The Qian family's private doctor was a young man, only twenty-eight years old, but already a leading figure in the medical field.

At the same time, Xiao Xuyao ​​was also Qian's father's junior from school, which made them even closer.

When Qian Bolun was a child, he was sick and received a lot of care from Xiao Xuyao ​​when Xiao was still an apprentice. The two had a closer relationship than others, like brothers.

As soon as Xiao Xuyao ​​entered the room, he saw Qian Bolun lying on the bed, staring blankly at the pale ceiling. "Bolun?"

Upon hearing the sound, Qian Bolun sat up in bed, his absent-minded thoughts instantly returning to focus, his gaze becoming clearer.

He started with three questions: "Brother Xuyao, what brings you here? Is someone in your family sick? Has Grandpa's old illness relapsed?"

Xiao Xuyao ​​chuckled and said, "Grandpa is in very good health. He's the one who asked me to come see you. I heard you haven't been feeling well lately. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell, or is something bothering you? Tell me so your brother can cheer you up."

As he spoke, he took out a forehead thermometer from his suitcase and beeped it on Chamberlain's forehead.

Before Qian Bolun could raise his hand to block, he could only say helplessly, "I'm not sick, and I don't have a fever."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "It's a private matter. Brother Xuyao, I'm really not sick. You should go back and tell my grandfather."

Xiao Xuyao ​​glanced at the forehead thermometer displaying 36.5℃, skillfully pressed the power button, and placed it aside. He then casually placed his suitcase on the nearest table.

"No fever."

Xiao Xuyao ​​laughed, "Then you must have something on your mind. Before you knew it, you'd reached this age. Hmm... let me guess, could it be because of some girl? Bolun, do you have someone you like?"

Qian Bolun pursed his lips and remained silent.

Seeing that he wasn't being honest, Xiao Xuyao ​​continued, "You're in your senior year of high school. Having someone you like isn't a bad thing, nor is it something to be ashamed of. Don't hide it. Don't be afraid. Tell your brother Xuyao. I won't tell anyone else without your permission."

His demeanor is just like that of a caring older brother; his gentle and expectant gaze quietly looks at you, giving you a sense of inexplicable comfort and trust, and gradually making you lower your guard.

Moreover, Qian Bolun has always trusted Xiao Xuyao.

He paused for a moment, then tentatively brought up the topic: "I can't forget a girl I've only met once."

Xiao Xuyao ​​looked at the boy by the bedside: "Love at first sight? Either she's a stunning beauty, or she has a special charm or something that attracts you?"

Qian Bolun said, "She has a gentle appearance. At first glance, she is not strikingly beautiful, not the kind of beauty we usually talk about. But if you look at her a few more times, her features are regular and pleasing. In particular, there is an indescribable feeling about her that made me... I thought about it for a long time."

"Brother Xuyao, what I'm talking about isn't love at first sight, it's just... sigh! I can't really explain it, but when I see her, I feel a tightness in my chest. I shouldn't be thinking about her, but I can't help it."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuyao ​​nodded solemnly: "Child, this is the legendary... lovesickness."

"no!"

Qian Bolun widened his eyes in rebuttal. He was quite helpless. Perhaps it was because he hadn't read enough books. He really didn't know how to express this strange feeling. It was a bit hard to explain.

For no apparent reason, just thinking about the other person makes me feel uncomfortable... a kind of oppressive feeling.

How could this happen? She's clearly his fan. He should be happy.