Ye Buqi looked at him with a playful smile: "These three situations can have different answers, Doctor, but you've only given me one blank to fill in."
The doctor said confidently, "I think I'll only hear one answer, so there's no need to waste two seats."
Ye Buqi was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. It wasn't a polite, perfunctory laugh, but a genuine one.
"You are an excellent doctor."
The doctor neither confirmed nor denied it.
"You're right, I only need one blank space to fill in the answer."
Because there is only one answer.
"I will never let you be sad again. I will protect you forever and never leave you."
"Give yourself to me, okay?"
"That is, to give herself to me completely."
—"You should laugh, and always be happy, never weep."
"This is the best protection."
"Lele needs to be clean, let me do it."
(The sentences in quotation marks refer to page 270)
The doctor finished writing a concluding remark in the record, looked at Ye Buqi, and said sincerely:
"Miss Ye Buqi, I still hope to be able to talk to the other people."
The more I know, the easier it will be for my subsequent treatment. You yourself said you would respect and protect Chang Le, right? She needs treatment.
Ye Buqi's smile faded, and a sharp edge appeared in his calm gaze.
The doctor calmly met her gaze, remaining calm and gentle: "Could you please discuss with them whether there is anyone else willing to speak with me? I'll wait for you here. Oh, if Chang Le were here, that would be even better."
Ye Buqi's polite smile vanished completely, and he said coldly, "Chang Le is very tired; she's resting."
When will Chang Le wake up?
Ye Buqi stood up with a cold face: "Then I'll try my luck and see if there's anyone else willing to talk to."
"Click".
The room door was closed.
The doctor, sitting alone at the table, placed the records on it, took off his glasses, and along with them, a head of long white hair slipped off.
Ye Buqi walked out of the room and stopped in the garden.
On a meadow surrounded by wildflowers, an easel is set up with a blank sheet of paper. Beside the easel, a young girl in an elegant and luxurious long dress is dancing gracefully.
"Hua Chang Le," Ye Buqi called out to her.
The dancing girl stopped, glanced at her sideways, and said, "You should call me 'Young Miss,' don't you only recognize 'Chang Le'?"
The wind blew his hat off, but Ye Buqi didn't put it back on. He lazily put his hands in his pockets and said, "Yes, that's why I called you that on purpose, to interrupt your clumsy dance."
The young lady glared at her angrily, but didn't lash out: "Fine, when it comes to dancing, I really can't compare to Chang Le. After all, she was the one who put in the effort during the time we were learning to dance."
The young lady lifted her skirt and sat down in the seat next to the easel, picked up her black tea and took a sip before looking at Ye Buqi again: "Butler Ye, tell me, what brings you here?"
Ye Buqi's smile faded: "Where is Chang Le?"
"Sleeping." The young lady raised her chin and gestured to the small house next door. "She fell asleep as soon as she got back, and Tu Tu is guarding her. Okay, answer my question."
Ye Buqi raised her hand and rubbed her temples: "The doctor is here, I want to chat."
The young lady paused, her hand holding the paintbrush still. "So you came to find me?"
Ye Buqi retorted, "Should I go and call Wei'an, the madman, or wake up Lele?"
"Hmm~" The young lady put down her paintbrush, stood up, "It seems that only I am suitable. I'll go."
The young lady removed her hairpin and let her long, wavy hair fall down, the dark green ends cascading over the neckline of her diamond-studded dress, making her look unusually noble and captivating.
"Knock knock".
The doctor put on his glasses: "Please come in."
The young lady walked in, lifting her skirt with one hand. She looked at the young man with short black hair and glasses sitting down, and smiled as she sat down: "Are you a doctor? Hello."
The doctor smiled and nodded at her: "Hello, if you're ready, let's begin our conversation."
"Let's get started, don't waste time."
The young lady sat with her legs together, her neck and back naturally upright, and her neatly arranged skirt spread out like a blooming flower.
The doctor proceeded with the usual procedure: "Please introduce yourself first."
“I am the young lady, that is my public identity and my name. Of course, others will also call me ‘Hua Chang Le’, but that is easy to confuse people, and I don’t want that.”
Why?
The young lady shrugged: "Chang Le will be scared. There's someone who looks exactly like her and has an almost identical name—I should emphasize that I'm five centimeters taller than her, but she'll panic. Also, it's for easy differentiation."
The doctor wrote down: "Please continue."
“My age is 22,” she emphasized. “Yes, although I look like a young girl, I am 22 years old. I am a mature lady from a prestigious family.”
"I am familiar with all the etiquette of noble ladies. I would not say I am an expert in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I have some knowledge of them. I am best at painting, and I prefer the ink wash style."
It's worth mentioning that Ye Buqi is good at realistic sketching, Wei An likes terrifying graffiti, and the madman occasionally paints abstract paintings when he's quiet.
As for Chang Le, she likes to dance, but she's really not good at drawing.
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