Chapter 205: 1 Have An Illness 1


    Trantor: Dragon Boat Trantion Editor: Dragon Boat Trantion


    The overhead chandelier was on, and it was ringly bright.


    Lu Yang’s expression remained unchanged as she looked up at him, and there was no trace of emotion on his distinct facial features.


    In the unusually quiet room, her voice was as clear as a summer spring. “The person in the photo is you.”


    She was at ease with the past, not clinging to it, but that didn’t mean she would turn a blind eye and pretend it didn’t exist.


    The familiar yet mixed with unfamiliar mysterious aura emanating from him couldn’t be ignored by her.


    Jiang Yanzhou pressed his fingers against the cup, exerting force, veins bulging, and after a moment, his gaze intensified as he asked her, “Lu Yang, do you like me?”


    He vaguely felt that for a moment, their rtionship had reached its lowest point.


    Lu Yang nced at his hand, which was so forceful that it seemed like he could crush the cup. She reached out, took the cup from his hand, and ced it on the nearby table. “It’s this question again.”


    She tilted her head back, revealing the smooth, snow-white skin of her neck. Her clear, translucent eyes and plump, moist lips formed a faint smile. “I don’t believe your ability to handle unexpected situations is so weak.”


    After a pause, Jiang Yanzhou grabbed her wrist and held her tightly, muttering, “Hmm, it’s us.”


    His body felt warm, and Lu Yang’s hand climbed up his firm and sturdy back, with a lingering fragrance between their noses.


    In a soft and slow voice, she asked, “Why don’t I have any memories?”


    She didn’t intend to me him; she just wanted to confirm.


    “When you’re busy with everything turned upside down, you tend to neglect me,” Jiang Yanzhou’s voice escaped from his throat, low and maic, carrying an intangible attraction. “It was you who forgot about me. You owe mepensation.”


    He managed to turn the tables on her with a sense of grievance.


    Lu Yang smiled. “Tell me what happened before, and after hearing it, I’ll decide whether topensate you or not.”


    At this point, Jiang Yanzhou also understood that further concealment would only backfire.


    Lies have never stood the test of time, and he wouldn’t deceive her either.


    “Let’s go to our home,” he said.


    “Linyin Manor?” she asked.


    Lu Yang had just returned and hadn’t changed out of her pajamas. She put on a thick coat and followed him to Linyin Manor.


    Perhaps it was a bit crazy.


    As they drove on the highway, she looked at the night scenery outside the window, thinking this way.


    The snow was still falling. They passed by a shopping mall entrance and saw someone selling sugar-coated haws. Jiang Yanzhou got out of the car and bought two.


    Linyin Manor was empty.


    Lu Yang curiously asked, “Why is there no one here?”


    “Jiang Ruzi came back today, and Jiang Jinshi is with her. They wille back tomorrow,” Jiang Yanzhou exined.


    He took her to the study, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioning, and asked her to sit down while he went to make her a cup of milk.


    With just one nce, Lu Yang saw a book ced on the table.


    “The Brothers Karamazov.”


    She had read this book several times and rmended it to He Kongqing. He had used the viewpoints from it to ask her questions thest time, knowing that she agreed with the idea of “loving specific individuals.”


    Lu Yang pressed her finger on the book’s cover and opened the first page, where she saw a hair tie and a few lines of text.


    As she read the words, her pupils contracted slightly.


    “In realists, it is not miracles that generate belief, but belief that generates miracles.”


    “LY, the good doctor.”


    It was her handwriting.


    When Jiang Yanzhou came back with the drink, Lu Yang was still staring at the book.


    He approached and handed it to her.


    Lu Yang took a sip of the milk-scented drink, ced it on the table, and asked,


    “Can you tell me now?”


    Jiang Yanzhou ruffled her head and said, “Why are you in such a hurry?” He took out a thick photo album from the bookshelf.


    Jiang Yanzhou sat on the sofa and pulled her onto hisp, using his nimble fingers to remove her coat, which slipped off.


    “Why did you take off your coat?” she was slightly surprised. “I hope the photo album doesn’t contain anything shocking.”


    Jiang Yanzhou pressed his fingertip lightly against her forehead and smiled. “If you want to see it, I’ll paint it for you when the time is right.”


    Lu Yang touched her nose. “I’m not really interested.”


    He hugged her, and her back pressed against his chest, feeling his warmth.


    Jiang Yanzhou held the photo album with one arm and opened it in front of her, and the images reflected in her eyes.


    The girl turned her head, revealing a bright smile that was unrestricted and radiant.


    When they first met, she carried a shoulder bag, wore a short-sleeved long coat, jeans, and white sneakers, exuding a youthful vitality, yet her gaze had a calmness beyond her years.


    He sat there, with a long andzy posture, a look of recklessness and indifference in his eyes.


    When facing each other individually, he seemed to have the upper hand in terms of temperament. But when they appeared together in a frame, she appeared more like a dominant figure, looking down on everything..