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When the portrait was handed over, Lin Zhou even wondered if the other party was blind.

How can it be so ugly? Even if it's a style... it shouldn't be this ugly, right?

He withdrew his hand from Tang Yuru's waist, and the two of them leaned over to look at the painting. Lin Zhou in the painting had a very large head and nose, and the bandage on his forehead was also very conspicuous. Tang Yuru was leaning against him, with both of her eyes showing, and her cheeks were tinged with light pink.

At the very bottom, the two figures are drawn very small, but his arm around Tang Yuru is not omitted.

It's ugly.

Lin Zhou looked at it for a while, "It's ugly in a stylish way, everything else is fine, except for this bandage..."

"Should I remove it?" the girl asked. "I've kept some of my features so that everyone will know you're the ugly one."

Lin Zhou: "..."

Meow meow meow?

Hitachi, refund my money!

"No need," Tang Yuru spoke first, then realized that both of them were looking at her, so she lowered her voice a little, "It looks good like this too."

Lin Zhou looked at her. "You look good like this?" "Yes."

She nodded gently, and Lin Zhou felt embarrassed to continue finding fault.

You can't argue with someone just because they say you're good-looking.

"Okay, then that's settled."

Tang Yuru took the painting and looked at it for a while. In the painting, she was smiling, her shoulder touching Lin Zhou's, just like when they were sitting together earlier.

"Do you want it packed in a bag?" the girl asked.

"Yes, thank you."

Tang Yuru immediately handed the painting back, and only after the other party put it into a transparent bag did she carefully take it. After Lin Zhou paid, he noticed that she was still standing next to him looking at the painting, so he waved his hand in front of her.

"I'm gone."

"Ah... okay."

"The money... I'll transfer it to you." She quickly followed, but after walking a distance, she remembered something, "Lin Zhou, this painting..."

"Don't worry about money, here, take it," Lin Zhou said with a smile. "And what about you?"

"I'll take a picture."

Lin Zhou took out his phone and asked her to hold up the painting. Tang Yuru obediently did so, but after taking the picture, she leaned over to look and realized that her own face was also in the photo.

"Why did you include me in the picture...?"

"Can't we take pictures?"

"No... I wasn't prepared at all." Tang Yuru was a little embarrassed, as she hadn't properly tidied herself up.

"It looks great, no need to prepare anything."

Tang Yuru looked at it for a while. In the photo, she was holding the painting, with a smile on her lips. She originally thought it would look silly, but as she looked at it, she felt a little reluctant to let Lin Zhou row it away.

"Send me this one too."

"it is good."

Tang Yuru's phone vibrated. She took it out, glanced at it, saved the photo, and then turned up the screen brightness a little.

Lin Zhou was already looking at the stalls ahead, but she was still looking at her phone. Her own face was already so red…

……

Time flew by, and Lin Zhou escorted Tang Yuru back to her dormitory entrance.

"I have something to do later, so I'll head back first," Lin Zhou handed her the portrait. "I remember... if you're not going to the lemon tea stall, you have a part-time job this afternoon, so go back and rest for a bit."

"Hmm..." Tang Yuru took the painting, but did not turn around immediately. She pinched the edge of the transparent bag with her fingers and looked at Lin Zhou again.

"What's wrong?"

"You...go back and rest for a while too."

Her gaze fell on his bandages, and Lin Zhou understood. He smiled and nodded, "I understand."

It seems there's nothing else to say.

Tang Yuru lowered her eyes and thought for a while, but still couldn't think of any reason to make him stand there a little longer, so she could only say softly, "Then... bye-bye."

"Bye-bye." Lin Zhou waved to her in a very cheerful manner, then made a gesture to keep in touch.

"Bye-bye...bye-bye..." Tang Yuru waved blankly, only snapping out of her daze when the other person disappeared into the distance. *Snap!*

Tang Yuru slapped her cheek, trying to use the pain to snap herself out of it. "What are you daydreaming about?!"

She wiped off a bit of dust from the outside of the transparent bag and took the painting out.

Lin Zhou's nose is drawn really big.

With him beside her, Tang Yuru hadn't dared to look closely, but now she realized that his nose was almost touching her face. No wonder he looked like he didn't know what to say when he received the painting.

It's so ugly.

She covered the big nose with her finger, looked at it for a while, then removed it, and finally laughed.

They don't look alike at all.

Lin Zhou himself is much better looking, much better, and he doesn't look like this when he smiles, but the hand in the painting is placed perfectly, right next to his waist.

Thinking of this, Tang Yuru's fingers stopped—when she was sitting just now, she could feel his palm through her clothes. If she moved even slightly, Lin Zhou would look over and ask if she was uncomfortable.

She wasn't actually uncomfortable; it was because Lin Zhou had been holding her the whole time, making it impossible for her to sit properly... Her heart was burning hot, and she almost forgot how to breathe.

Tang Yuru touched her face; even though she was back in her dorm, her cheeks felt hot again. She moved the painting further away, wanting to get a better look at the two of them sitting together, then took out her phone and opened the photo Lin Zhou had just sent her.

The photo contains myself, and the painting in my hand contains the two of them.

Tang Yuru zoomed in on the photo, first looking at her own face, then slowly moving to the painting. The two people in the painting were very close; Lin Zhou had his arm around her, and she didn't pull away, even smiling happily.

I wish it were a real photo...

It would be great if it were a photo of us getting our marriage certificate...

Against a red background, two people wearing white shirts sit upright together.

Lin Zhou looks very good in a white shirt; she's seen him before. He just takes off his coat and rolls up the sleeves a little, and he looks very clean.

I also have a white shirt.

However, the neckline is already a bit worn from washing. If you really want to take photos, you should be able to buy a new one. It doesn't need to be expensive, just something that fits well. Wash it beforehand and iron out the wrinkles.

My hair needs to be tidied up too.

We can't let things be like today, where we only discovered a few sticking out after the photo was taken. After all, that photo is meant to be kept for a very long time.

Tang Yuru thought to herself, even subconsciously brushing aside a bit of the hair covering her eyes. She would probably still be very nervous then.

Will Lin Zhou, like today, secretly say strange things to make me laugh before he'll behave, since he sees me sitting too intently?

When the staff asked them to sit closer, he would reach out and hug them.

then……

Then, in that little notebook, there will be your name and his name.

Tang Yurou.

Lin Zhou.

It wasn't until her gaze fell on the shattered glass of the phone screen that Tang Yuru suddenly snapped out of her daze—the screen only showed her holding the painting.

Tang Yuru stared blankly for a few seconds, then turned off her phone screen.

She chuckled to herself, secretly thinking how foolish she had been.

...What am I thinking?

We just strolled around the school anniversary celebration together for a while and drew a picture together. How could you even think of that kind of thing? Just earlier today, I was telling Lin Zhou that they were no longer boyfriend and girlfriend.

How long has it been?

Tang Yuru, how come you dare to dream about anything?

Stop daydreaming and focus on living your life... It's just a glimmer of light shining from them; it doesn't belong to you, you can't grasp it or keep it.

Stop thinking about it.

don't want……