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I looked at Mina's serious expression, my eyes warming up, and gently nodded. I said to her, "If you have anything, remember to tell me. Although I don't have your confidence, I will be by your side."
Mina immediately smiled, "Alright, with this agreement between us, there are now two more men in Haicheng who need to remain single."
Although it was a joke, thinking about Zhuo Feng's persistence made me feel quite sympathetic.
I am unfortunate, but Mina is different from me. No matter how good our relationship is, I still hope she will have a good love in the future that can move and stabilize her.
During this quiet time, I also saw another person, Ye Guang.
Seeing him was completely unexpected because I never thought he would also come to the Library. We happened to be in the Comic section, and we walked towards each other from opposite ends of the bookshelf.
He looked just as surprised and took a while to show a slight smile.
I almost gasped in amazement; it was really rare to see him smile. Of course, he rarely cried either. Ye Guang often had a blank expression on his face, making it hard to tell if he was happy or sad. Because of this, many people overlook his handsome features; just one glance at his face makes one feel he is not a normal person.
I felt the same way. I didn't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that I had heard him cry and had witnessed his smile.
Looking around and seeing there weren't many people nearby, I quietly asked him, "What brings you here?"
Ye Guang kept staring at me without answering.
I had gotten used to this behavior of his. Putting down the book in my hand, I said, "Let's go outside and talk. I feel like I haven't seen you in a long time."
He nodded but didn't put the book back; instead, he handed it to the person following him.
That person was already holding over ten volumes of serialized Comics and silently followed behind Ye Guang. When we reached the checkout counter, he stepped ahead to pay for them.
By the time we came out, he had just finished paying as well.
I looked at his respectful demeanor and quietly asked Ye Guang, "Is that your bodyguard?"
He didn't respond, but a slight blush appeared on his face as he took a step closer to the man and said, "You wait for me in the car. I'll talk to Qiu Yuhan for a moment and be right back."
The man, still holding a book in his hand, didn't return to the car; he just moved a little farther away from us, but his gaze remained fixed on Ye Guang, occasionally glancing at me.
In this situation, it was difficult for us to say much to each other, and it seemed we didn't have much to talk about anyway, so we just sat on the bench in front of the Library.
I asked him if he was still going to the Studio.
He nodded.
Then I asked if he came here specifically to buy books.
He nodded again.
I asked why he came here to buy books.
He replied that he lived nearby.
This puzzled me a bit, so I quickly asked, "If you live here, isn't it far to go to the Studio over there? I don't go because it's too far after moving here."
Ye Guang took a while before saying, "I used to live over there; I just moved back home recently."
Well, it turned out our situations were quite similar.
Since there wasn't much else to discuss and the man kept staring at us, I decided to get up and said, "I have things to do today, so I won't chat any longer. Anyway, I'll come here every morning to read; you can come by when you have time."
Ye Guang nodded at me and watched as I walked away. He then asked, "Aren't you driving?"
I looked at the house not far away and said, "It's not far to live, I just walked over."
He didn't say anything else, followed the man into his car, and drove away from the parking lot.
I didn't take this matter seriously at all, and even afterwards, I didn't think about it deliberately. The next morning when I went to the library again, Ye Guang was surprisingly already there, and he was in the same spot where we met yesterday.
Moreover, when he saw me, he seemed much more reserved than yesterday, with a slight flush on his face. He spoke a bit awkwardly and first asked, "Qiu Yuan, you’re here?"
I smiled and nodded, saying, "You came quite early."
He nodded back and then lowered his head to read.
Since I was focused on making money to support my child, I was very serious while reading. After greeting Ye Guang, I concentrated on my own work and didn't pay much attention to him.
More than two hours later, when I felt tired and wanted to leave, I noticed he was still standing in the same spot, holding a comic book. The man behind him had almost fallen asleep leaning against the bookshelf.
I smiled and pointed at the man behind him, saying, "I have to go now. See you tomorrow."
That was about it; for the next few days, I could almost see him in the library every day. He didn't talk much; each time he would just greet me when he arrived and say goodbye when he left.
It was somewhat like how we were in the art studio before. Of course, I wouldn't pay too much attention to this because after confirming from several sources that Xiao Minxing was sick, I really wanted to see him. However, I had no idea where he was.
The only person who knew his address was Lu Yiheng, but I didn’t know how to contact him.
He was probably the most aware of Xiao Minxing's condition and likely knew the most about my relationship with Xiao Minxing as well.
Although I wasn't familiar with him, it was clear from Xiao Minxing's illness that his best friend was this doctor.
I hardly had any energy to think about other things. Even later when I went to the library, I couldn't concentrate. I also visited Lu Yiheng's hospital several times but never saw him there.
Eventually, I couldn't hold back any longer and had to call him.
He picked up quickly but was quite indifferent towards me, simply saying "Hello" and then falling silent.
I felt awkward on my end as well. Thankfully, it was a phone call, so I didn't have to face his scrutinizing gaze, which made it a bit easier.
After hesitating for a long time, I mustered the courage to ask, "Xiao Minxing... is he doing okay?"
Lu Yi Heng replied briefly, "He's fine."
I didn't know how to continue the conversation. Logically, since he said everything was fine and I had no connection with them anymore, I should probably say "Let's hang up."
But I steeled myself and asked again, "Can I go see him?"
"No."
I wasn't sure if Lu Yi Heng had been with Xiao Minxing for too long or if he was just naturally like this. Either way, I hadn't felt this side of him before when we weren't familiar with each other.
I nervously asked for a while, but his responses were always just one or two words. Eventually, he simply said, "Miss Qiu, I have things to attend to here, so let's leave it at that."
He hung up the phone directly without telling me which hospital they were in or how Xiao Minxing was doing. He didn't even inform me how to contact him now.
Every time I called his previous phone number, it was turned off. But I believed he must have some way to communicate with the outside world; he just wasn't telling me.
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