"But what if... he intends to grow old alone?"

Liang Zhirou pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Ten or twenty years is much longer than we imagine. So even if that person is willing to accept this, I can't accept the possibility of something going wrong. It's better to be alone from the beginning."

The studio fell silent, save for the sound of paintbrushes gliding across the canvas. Lin Miaomiao moved her brush gently across the pure white canvas, quickly creating a golden sandy beach.

"Didn't you have surgery?" Liang Zhirou clenched her fingers.

"It's almost healed... but I'm scared. Back then, I really felt like I was only one step away from death. What if it happens again someday?"

Lin Miaomiao laughed carefree as always, "Besides, I'm having such a happy day every day, why would I want to find someone to annoy me? What if I find someone who leaves their socks everywhere... Damn, I'm already starting to get angry."

Damn it, I suddenly really want to stab the person I'm fantasizing about to death, even if he doesn't even have a face.

She was about to ask Liang Zhirou for paint when she suddenly noticed a tear hanging on his simple-minded chin.

"You're pregnant, you absolutely mustn't cry." Lin Miaomiao was startled; if Chen Lu saw her like this, he'd dig a hole and bury her alive.

Having known her for so long, she had never seen Liang Zhirou cry because of her own misfortunes, while this simpleton had cried countless times because of her.

It can only be said that some people are gentle to the core; they will share your worries and joys, and may even feel your sadness.

Lin Miaomiao felt that having such a friend was the luckiest thing in her life.

Liang Zhirou quickly wiped her tears, trying to hold them back. She was going to comfort Lin Miaomiao, not the other way around.

Sniffing, the girl slowly said, "Seeing you smile makes me want to cry..."

"......"

Okay, it's just that this guy doesn't seem very smart when he talks.

"Thank goodness I understood what you meant."