He didn't ask what had happened during the half-day he was away, and Lin Yue didn't seem to want to have a deep conversation with him.

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“Li, the person from earlier really liked you.” Ryan looked at Hua Rong and said earnestly to Lai Wen.

Hua Rong continued bandaging without pausing, her tone perfectly calm: "Yes, I know."

Lin Yue cherished her dearly, so she used her life to force him to leave.

Ryan didn't leave; he kept pacing back and forth.

Hua Rong rubbed her forehead and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Ryan frowned, his clear green eyes looking somewhat pitiful: "He's so outstanding, why don't you like him?"

Hua Rong thought he had misheard, but judging from Ryan's expression, he was genuinely curious.

Hua Rong stood up and ruffled his hair: "Because I only love myself!"

“You’re lying,” Ryan said definitively. “You clearly care about him. I saw… you shed a tear.”

Ryan touched her dried eyes and said gently, "You cried for him. This is the first time I've ever seen you cry. When you were shot a while ago, I took the bullet out of you, and you didn't cry."

Yes, she didn't cry, but he cried like a dog.

Hua Rong tilted her head and thought about it carefully. Lin Yue had been by her side for many years, so he must still care to some extent.

But there was nothing more; that one tear was all that was left.

Hua Rong thought for a long time and said to Ryan, "Well, I admit I care about him, but that's all."

Ryan felt a pang of sadness, but he quickly rallied.

She definitely cares about him too, she must!

Despite this belief, he lacked the courage to ask.