Zhou Niao put down what he was holding, stepped forward and held his sister's other hand, "Let's go upstairs and talk. Lu Zhaochong, you're downstairs."

Seeing his sister's serious expression, he decided not to let Lu Zhaochong follow.

Lu Zhaochong, who was about to catch up, stopped.

After entering Zhou Niao's bedroom, Ling Ran locked the door.

Zhou Xiang pulled his elder brother to sit beside his bed. "Brother, I have found a way to cure you. Are you willing to do it?"

Zhou Niao asked back, "What do you mean? Don't you think it's okay for me to be well?"

Zhou Xiang shook his head, "I just think you're very happy every day now. Adults have their own worries. If you were to go from a minor to a 30-year-old adult all of a sudden, the gap in between, the worries of growing up, even your heart, your eyes, the things you see and the words you hear, would all be different.

If you lost your spirituality, if your paintings were no longer pure, would you regret it? Would you rather be a happy child forever?

Zhou Niao continued to ask, "Is this the reason for the occasional worry you've had these days?"

Zhou Xiang nodded, "Yes, I am hesitating. Once it is cured, there will be no chance to regret it."

"I'm willing to be cured. I won't regret it. Adults have a lot of troubles, but I still want to be a normal person and not let you and the teacher be laughed at."

Zhou Xiang understood that his elder brother didn't want to be a burden to his family.

"Okay! Go ahead and play! We'll start after lunch, and you might need to sleep for a day and a night."

Zhou Niao smiled, "Okay! I'll go have fun all morning and then have a good meal at noon."