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Chapter 41
Lin Zhexue retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
"It's not the first time, does it mean that headaches are an old problem?" he asked.
Qin Yuanlan raised his head and drank half a glass of water, swallowed the medicine, and answered obediently: "I have been suffering from insomnia for a year. At first I was angry, angry at myself, angry at Chen Feng, and angry at why you don't like me. Then I always felt that my heart was empty. Later, I knew the truth, and I was even angrier, and I always had headaches."
What are you angry about? Lin Zhexue glanced at him.
Seeing the meaning in Lin Zhexue's glance, Qin Yuanlan smiled bitterly: "I am angry at myself. I don't know what I am doing with my mouth. Zhao Xiaoyu even ridiculed me and said that I looked like the dumb male protagonist who deserved to be single in the youth idol dramas of the last century."
Speaking of the protagonist, Lin Zhexue remembered something.
He asked: "Why did you turn down Director Mo's play?"
"I didn't lie. I turned down Director Mo's play and took on "Meet Again" for you." Qin Yuanlan put down the water cup and lay down awkwardly on his side against the head of the bed. "I want to give you everything I have. Because everything about you has been ruined by me. Your dream, your career, your... feelings."
"But after turning down Director Mo's play, terminating the contract with the agency, and still recording "Meet Again", have you ever thought about the consequences?"
"I thought about it. Very carefully. Market changes, good or bad reputation, fans' reactions, impact on image, all kinds of things, I have considered them very realistically. I know what the worst result is. But..."
He opened his eyes with some difficulty and looked at Lin Zhexue, trying to convey his sincerity: "No one can compare to you."
After considering all the losses and considering everything very realistically based on the reality level, he made the choice that seemed the most ethereal, the least cost-effective, the least favored and approved, but the only one he wanted.
Lin Zhexue turned his head away and went to pour himself a glass of water.
The cool cup of water in his palm made his pounding heart regain some stability.
In fact,
he didn't really want to drink water. But he almost lost his composure when he looked down at Qin Yuanlan, who was suffering from a headache but still staring at him intently.
His nose felt a little sour, and there was some mist in his eyes that affected his vision.
After drinking half a cup of water, he cleared his throat: "Go to sleep."
"Little Snowball." Qin Yuanlan said vaguely, "Can you rub my temple for me?"
Holding the cup of water, Lin Zhexue walked to the window and looked at the dark sky outside the window. The outline of the tree shadows was also black, swaying in the early spring wind.
He couldn't hear any movement, but he seemed to be able to feel the sound.
He stood for a long time and drank the remaining half cup of water.
Putting down the cup, turning around, returning to the bed, sitting sideways at the head of the bed, he helped Qin Yuanlan, who was curled up against the head of the bed: "Lie down, lie down well."
