"Have you... been well these past few days?"

Luo Han didn't know why, but he just wanted to ask him if he was doing well... But his complexion was so bad, so pale that it was almost transparent.

Qi Yan stared at him blankly, and it took him a long time to recover. He forced a smile at Luo Han: "You can be discharged from the hospital... Is it okay to come to school now?"

Luo Han had no expression, and looked at his dark circles under his eyes.

He... didn't seem to be doing well. Was it because he broke up with her?

Luo Han, who came to this conclusion, was at a loss and confused.

He didn't know the feelings between him and the other party, because he didn't remember. Everything was like a yellowed old photo, which was eventually sealed in the dust at the bottom of the box and forgotten.

Luo Han didn't reply for a long time. Qi Yan looked away awkwardly and tried to find a topic stiffly: "Are you familiar with the school?"

"No, but it's easy to recognize."

"Is that so... It doesn't matter. You'll get familiar with it soon if you walk around more." Qi Yan walked stiffly to the desk and sorted out the scattered documents on it. He kept saying, "These are all kinds of information about school management and student activities. We used to manage them separately, but later..."

Later, after we were together, you took care of everything. I used to act like a rogue, but you just shook your head dotingly and took all the documents...

Qi Yan didn't say these words.

The pain in his throat and the soreness in his nose made Qi Yan hold his breath hard, but tears filled his eyes.

Exhaling heavily, Qi Yan raised his head to stop the tears from flowing out. He just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.

Behind him, Luo Han's cold eyes were always on Qi Yan. He saw his forbearance, pain, and nostalgia. Inexplicably, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't know why. After

a long time, Qi Yan sorted out his emotions, turned around, smiled at Luo Han: "I'm going to class, goodbye." Then he walked towards the door.

After taking a few steps, Luo Han's voice suddenly came, stopping his steps that were about to leave.

"Were we good before?"

The cold voice was like the breeze on a summer night. No matter how hot the day was, it would make people shiver at night.

Qi Yan stopped and lowered his eyes: "Are asking these... useful?"

"I just want to know."

"Then how do you want me to answer?" Qi Yan laughed at himself: "If I say it's not good, you will doubt and inquire; I say it's very good, but you don't remember anything."

"Luo Han, I'm sorry."

"This apology is because I wasn't with you when you were hurt."

"If possible, I'm willing to bear the pain for you."

"But you have to remember that I don't owe you anything."

"Your lack of impression of me is as if you have ripped out my heart and cut it into pieces, but you still ask me how I feel with a nonchalant look."

"From the beginning, I came out of the closet. If it's not you, it will be someone else."

"Forgetting you is just a matter of time."

"And it will... hurt me to death."

...

Qi Yan left without looking back, leaving Luo Han with a thin and lonely back.

Eyes wide open in shock, Luo Han's soul was clamoring. The feeling of wanting to cry but having no reason lingered in his heart. It was as if something exploded in the blank, but when he wanted to explore, he didn't know where it was.

His mind was filled with a sentence - you are going to lose him.

Luo Han suddenly covered his head, and once again, it hurt unbearably.