The scene changed. Wu Yulin paid the uncle, then took the things into the house, humming a lullaby softly as she sorted and arranged the things she had bought.

The original living room has also changed its appearance. An easel, palette, paint and brush holder are placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and a row of paintbrushes are placed on a small table next to it.

Wu Yulin packed her things, took out some instant dumplings from the refrigerator, cooked a pot of them, and had a simple lunch.

After dinner, Wu Yulin pushed his wheelchair to sit in front of the easel. On it was a painting he had finished earlier, a chubby orange cat, which was very cute and endearing. He carefully took the painting down and replaced it with a new sheet of paper.

He stared blankly at the blank drawing paper, pen in hand, seemingly pondering what to draw. He turned to look at the yard, where flowers bloomed in profusion, but his mind was filled with the memory of a face. Thinking of that person, he couldn't help but feel joy, and his face lit up with a smile.

The person gave him the feeling of a spring breeze or a warm winter sun. As he thought about it, he became a little troubled. It was the first time he had met that person, and only at first glance, but he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Qin Nan looked at Wu Yulin's changes and suddenly realized that this was what it was like to like someone. You don't know why, but you can't help it. As the book once said: Love arises without knowing where it comes from, and goes deep once it begins.

He Yan stood behind the easel and saw Wu Yulin's changing expression, but he didn't know what Wu Yulin was thinking. However, Wu Yulin was much better off now than when he met him. If that was the case, it would be better for him to leave.

Although this is just an illusion, the illusion created by Bai Hao is born from the human heart, so it is also real. This is what Wu Yulin looks like after she has forgotten everything in the past.

After a while, Wu Yulin started drawing. He first sketched on the paper with a pencil, and soon the outline of the whole drawing came out. Qin Nan was standing next to Wu Yulin, so he saw the content of the drawing and couldn't help but look up at He Yan, who was lost in thought. Wu Yulin continued to refine the drawing until the line drawing of the whole drawing was completed.

Qin Nan smiled slightly. The painting depicted a street, a street bustling with people. However, everyone was a gray figure, except for one person walking towards them with a clear face. It was as if, among millions of people, only this person was in their eyes and in their hearts.

After finishing the line drawing, Wu Yulin stretched her hands and neck, then put down her pen and pushed her wheelchair to the bathroom.

Bai Hao knew what was in the painting without even looking at it. He glanced at He Yan, who was deep in thought, and, calculating the time, opened the French windows. The wind blew up, and the painting on the easel flew up, tumbling and falling to the ground.

He Yan snapped out of his daze, his gaze falling on the drawing paper. He was startled when Bai Hao suddenly kicked him from behind, and He Yan stumbled and fell down next to the drawing paper.

At that moment, Wu Yulin pushed her wheelchair into the living room. She was very surprised to see He Yan, and then she saw the painting that had fallen next to him, and her face turned red.

He didn't even have time to wonder why He Yan was there. He hurriedly pushed his wheelchair over and bent down to pick up the painting. But because he was in such a hurry, he accidentally fell off the wheelchair. He didn't care about that and just carried the painting on his back.

"I... I was just practicing my drawing skills, sketching whoever came to mind... oh, no, I was just doing quick sketches..."

Wu Yulin's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, her face flushed with embarrassment as she lowered her head.

He Yan stared blankly at him, a dull ache in her chest, an indescribable sadness in her heart. Why was she still troubled by him? And why was it only now that she was slowly beginning to look at him properly?

Why was he so unclear about so many things concerning Wu Yulin? He seemed to recall the first time he met Wu Yulin, when he seemed to look just like that. He Yan thought it was because he was introverted, shy, and timid, but after spending time with him, he realized that Wu Yulin was clearly cheerful and outgoing. So, his appearance that day was because he saw himself?

He Yan had long been used to Wu Yulin, so used to it that he could never understand the root cause of Wu Yulin's actions and words in such detail.

But when they met again as strangers, he realized that Wu Yulin had already developed feelings for him on their very first meeting, and he was completely unaware of all this. He had simply regarded Wu Yulin as a spoiled child who never grew up.

Suddenly, the scene before them slowly receded, and Wu Yulin gradually disappeared. The scene changed, and everything turned white. It was a hospital, a stairwell. A girl who looked seven or eight parts like Wu Yulin had a sickly pale face and was wearing a hospital gown. She carefully hid in the stairwell.

She held a small bottle of medicine in her hand. When no one was around, she poured out all the medicine, swallowed it in one gulp, and then threw the bottle into the trash can next to her. After doing all this, she quietly returned to the ward.

He Yan stared wide-eyed as Wu Yufei left, then hurriedly got up, opened the trash can, and took out the bottle she had thrown away. His voice trembled as he asked Bai Hao, "Why did she..."

Bai Hao: "She knew she wouldn't live much longer and didn't want to be a burden to you. It had nothing to do with Wu Yulin. He sold the paintings because he genuinely wanted Wu Yufei to continue her surgeries and live as long as possible."

He Yan crushed the bottle, his eyes reddening. Qin Nan then realized that He Yan might have liked Wu Yufei, but he didn't think so. Wu Yufei loved her younger brother the most, so she avoided him. In this way, the three of them would just be family, and He Yan and Wu Yulin would have a chance.

The hospital scene slowly shattered, the illusion seemed to disappear, and what appeared before Qin Nan was the reality of a living room. But soon, Qin Nan sensed something was wrong, because the sun was rising outside, and it was morning.

Bai Hao waved his hand, and only He Yan appeared in Wu Yulin's bedroom. Wu Yulin slowly woke up on the bed, feeling extremely tired. He had a dull ache in a certain place and his back was also very sore. He struggled to sit up against the headboard, his eyes blank.

He remembered nothing, and even the scene before him was unfamiliar. After a while, he slowly dragged himself to get out of bed, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. He seemed to have forgotten how to walk.

Then he looked up and saw the wheelchair not far away. He froze for a moment, then sat up with a blank look in his eyes and dragged his legs to the side of the wheelchair. He could feel his legs, but they were very weak. He leaned against the bed and the wall and barely managed to sit on the wheelchair, already covered in sweat.

He looked at himself, completely naked, but remembered nothing. He pushed his wheelchair to the closet, took a shirt and put it on, then draped a blanket over his legs. He didn't have the strength to put on pants.

He pushed his wheelchair out of the bedroom, looked around the room, and saw his own photo, as well as a photo of himself with his deceased sister. But for some reason, he felt that something was missing, yet his mind was blank.

Suddenly he looked up and saw that snowflakes were falling outside. Wu Yulin pushed the wheelchair out of the door and went into the yard. The sky was white and there was no sunshine. Snowflakes fell softly and felt cold on his skin.

He leaned back in his wheelchair, looking up at the sky with empty, lifeless eyes. He had lost all his loved ones, and the rest of his life seemed bleak to him.