Lu You froze, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes upon hearing this answer.
"I see..."
She lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the teacup. Her gaze seemed to be fixed on the clear sky after the rain outside the window, but in reality, her peripheral vision never left Shang Wu, who was wrapped in a blanket.
The air inside seemed to freeze.
All that remained was Shang Wu's occasional, barely suppressed, slight cough.
“Awu,” Lu You suddenly spoke again, her voice even softer than before, with a cautious probing tone, “I know it’s presumptuous of me to ask these questions, but… besides you, I don’t seem to know who else to talk to.”
Shang Wu finally stopped coughing and frowned as he looked at her.
"Tell me, if all that's left in a relationship is responsibility and habit, but you can't feel any sincerity, is there any point in continuing? Wouldn't that be torture for both of you?" Lu You threw the question back at him.
She seemed determined to get an answer, an attitude, from Shang Wu.
Shang Wu's headache worsened, not only because of the fever, but also because of Lu You's persistent and ill-timed probing.
Her doubts and the impatience she had been forcibly suppressing finally broke free.
Shang Wu lifted her heavy eyelids and looked directly at Lu You, her hoarse voice carrying a sharp edge: "Sister You, I really don't understand."
Lu You was taken aback by her question: "What don't you understand?"
Shang Wu's voice was weak, yet it carried an undeniable sharpness: "I don't understand why you keep asking for my opinion? Regarding your relationship with Lu Rang, these are the most private matters that should be discussed and resolved by the two of you. Why do you think I can give you the answers?"
She paused, noticing the slight change in Lu You's expression, and continued, "What exactly do you want to hear from me? Or... is there some other reason you're testing me?"
Shang Wu's gaze was hazy with illness, yet unusually focused, as if trying to pierce through Lu You's carefully maintained mask of gentleness.
"Sister You, do you have some other purpose for me? Ever since we met, you seem to be deliberately getting close to me and pulling me into your lives. Why?"
She asked the last three words very slowly, with a deep sense of confusion.
Lu You's gentle smile finally crumbled completely.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the teacup, her knuckles turning white as she remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly struggling with something.
Shang Wu turned her head away: "If you're not going to say anything, then leave. Don't contact me again. Thank you for coming to see me today."
Upon hearing this, Lu You's eyes quickly reddened, and large tears rolled down her cheeks unexpectedly.
Shun Shangwu was stunned for a moment, somewhat at a loss.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm sorry, Ah Wu, I'm so sorry..." Lu You's voice was filled with sobs as she lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"I didn't mean to test you, I... I just didn't know what to do..."
She raised her teary eyes and looked at Shang Wu, her gaze filled with complex emotions—guilt, pain, and a hint of desperate honesty.
"Yes, I know you are Arjan's ex-girlfriend. I've known for a long time, ever since before I first met you."
Shang Wu's heart sank.
Lu You sniffed, her voice choked and broken: "I approached you because I couldn't help but care about Ah Rang... he has never truly let you go in his heart."
Shang Wu looked at Lu You in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
Lu You's tears flowed even more fiercely, as if she wanted to reveal all her grievances: "When he's asleep, he'll unconsciously call your name. Several times, I was right next to him listening."
Shang Wu's fingers suddenly gripped the blanket tightly, her fingertips icy cold.
“There was a silver-framed photo of you in his study. He thought no one knew about it, but I saw it by chance one day.”
Lu You's voice was hoarse from crying, "Sometimes when he wasn't feeling well, he would hold onto that photo frame and wouldn't let go."
"Stop talking..." Shang Wu murmured subconsciously, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.
Her heart pounded wildly, crashing against her chest, bringing waves of suffocating pain.
Those speculations that she had forcibly suppressed and repeatedly told herself were impossible were now laid bare before her, bloodied and raw.
He... really...
I haven't forgotten her.
Shang Wu was shocked and completely unable to process this explosive information.
Then, the studio door, which was slightly ajar, was gently pushed open from the outside.
A tall but somewhat tense figure appeared at the doorway.
It was Lu Rang who left and then returned.
He had clearly tidied himself up, changed into clean clothes, and his hair was no longer messy, but his face still had the pallor of someone recovering from illness, and his eyes showed an undisguised weariness and a hint of unease.
As soon as Lu Rang entered, his gaze immediately fell on Shang Wu. Seeing her sickly appearance, his brows furrowed and his Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something.
But the next second, he also saw Lu You sitting opposite Shang Wu, silently shedding tears.
Lu Rang's gaze suddenly darkened. He clearly hadn't expected Lu You to be here, much less that she would be like this.
Shang Wu also saw him. The moment their eyes met, there was still lingering shock and confusion in her eyes.
Lu Rang felt a pang of panic as he looked at the extremely complex emotions in Shang Wu's eyes, and subconsciously avoided her gaze.
He clenched his fist, trying to make his voice sound calm and even deliberately indifferent, and explained stiffly, "I came back to get something; I left something behind last night."
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