Feng Guang was captivated by her beauty, and the answer immediately slipped out, "You're prettier than Mo Yiyun."

"This is truly something to be happy about." Although he said he was happy, his usual gentle expression did not reveal the happiness he was talking about.

He seemed to be that kind of person, unfazed by honor or disgrace, always maintaining a calm and serene smile, perfect to the extreme, and also to the extreme. It is said that no one is perfect, so when a person who can be considered perfect appears in front of you, you will start to doubt the authenticity of the matter. I have seen many people wearing masks, but I have rarely seen someone who wears the mask so naturally.

She couldn't help but ask him, "Besides laughing, have you ever cried?"

He shook his head gently. "I don't remember."

"You're really strange." Feng Guang circled around him. "I can't help but wonder, what kind of expression would you have if you were sad or upset?"

Do you want me to be sad and upset?

"No, it's just that if a person always has only one expression, then he's either not a very good actor, or he lacks the emotions of an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people's emotions..." A hint of doubt flashed in his obsidian-like eyes. "What kinds of emotions are these?"

"Hmm... it's all about joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. You see, some people are sad because they lose friends and family, while others are overjoyed because they successfully confess their feelings and reciprocate the feelings of the person they like..." she concluded. "In short, if you always have a smiling face, people will think you are detached from worldly affairs."

To put it bluntly, they are heartless and carefree.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly a slight smile appeared on his lips. This smile was like ice and snow melting into water, pure and holy. "I want to be filled with joy, and I will try my best to like you."

"……What?"

"When the time comes, you have to like me too."

"etc……"

"When you are in love with someone you like, you feel incredibly happy. I want to experience that feeling."

Feng Guang silently reached out his hand, "Um, are you misunderstanding something...?"

“Let’s continue counting the floorboards.” He subconsciously grabbed her outstretched hand, and after turning slightly, he looked at their clasped hands with an incredulous gaze. Then his smile became much more genuine. “Fengguang, I’ve managed to hold onto you. I think I’m starting to like you even more now.”

"I'm telling you, listen to me properly." She tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't. Then she felt his hand was colder than normal, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Why are your hands so cold?"

"Holding your hand will keep me warm." He looked down at her and smiled, with a childlike quality that was unusual for him.

Without waiting for Feng Guang to say anything more, he pulled her away to continue his work on the flooring project.

Fortune really does come in cycles. Just a moment ago, she was admiring Mo Yiyun pulling Luo Chenxi along, but now, not long after, it's her turn to be pulled along by him. And unfortunately, she's not as strong as him, so she can't even pull her hand away!

He seemed oblivious to her growing pallor, and carefully told her that a section of the floor was covered by overgrown grass. He mentioned a small, inconspicuous yellow flower blooming in a corner of the wall, which he had assumed would wither in the recent heavy rains, but it was still alive.

He also mentioned that one section of the roof tiles was a brighter color than the others, which must have been added later, but the color wasn't particularly bright; at least, it wouldn't be easily noticed by someone looking at it at first glance.

He said a lot, and the final number of floorboards he counted was exactly the same as what he had said.

He laughed. "Do you believe me now?"

Feng Guang nodded; she believed him, believed that he was indeed bored, or rather, lonely.

So lonely...it's almost heartbreaking.