Chapter 222 I'm not sad (2)

Lin Qi took the time to reply: "Nothing."

After glanced at the restaurant, Feng Qingzhao was eating with his head down, and she continued to read the comments.

Seeing that she was watching so seriously, Qi Yan did not make any noise and disturb her again, but took out her cell phone and logged on to Weibo.

He rarely uses this kind of entertainment software, but he wants to participate in Lin Qi's world.

On the hot search list, he saw Lin Qi's name.

#Lin Qi gave the coffin#

#Lin Qi slaps his father#

Qi Yan pursed her lips and glanced at Lin Qi. She was very serious about browsing her phone, with a relaxed look, and she was a little happy to see her, not paying attention to his peek.

What happened yesterday on her birthday?

Qi Yan clicked into these two hot searches and quickly watched the video and message, and suddenly felt heavy.

He doesn't know if it's mostly sympathy or heartache.

But when he asked her yesterday, she said she was happy.

Now it seems that she just doesn't want to worry about him, doesn't want to reveal her scars to others, and just talks to him politely.

How could she be happy when something like this happened!

Qi Yan put down his cell phone, his eyes were distressed, and his tone was heavy: "Lin Qi, are you... okay?"

"Ah? I'm fine."

Seeing Qi Yan's eyes were so serious, Lin Qi narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Yan felt even more distressed, and the pity in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Lin Qi, you don't need to pretend in front of me."

Lin Qi was even more confused: "No, what are you talking about?"

Why can't she understand?

It's all like this, she still stubbornly refused to say it because she doesn't want him to feel pitiful.

Qi Yan couldn't help but raise his hand and rub Lin Qi's head.

Lin Qi:?

How could I have the kind of self-cultivation, which seems to be the little beggar who is holding a steamed bun in his hands, wearing barefoot, wearing tattered clothes, unable to block the wind, and is so cold that his hands and feet are red, trembling, and frost on his face. He is weak, pitiful and helpless.

Qi Yan is the young master who is wearing a jacket, holding a warm water in his hand, and has lights and fire at home. He is now feeling pitiful and his eyes are looking at her with sympathy.

Lin Qi was startled by his thoughts and quickly interrupted the imaginative in his mind.

He raised his hand and slid his forehead, and looked at his own.

"Strange, the temperature is normal, and there is no fever."

Qi Yan: "..."

He still told Lin Qi seriously: "In front of me, you don't have to be so strong. Just cry if you want to, don't force yourself to laugh."

Lin Qi:?

MD!

Did Qi Yan get sick and didn’t take medicine?

Lin Qi couldn't cry, and now she couldn't laugh, "Why should I cry?"

Qi Yan was very sure: "I know you are sad now."

Lin Qi shook her head, more certain than Qi Yan: "No, I'm not sad."

"No, you have."

Qi Yan is very determined that he has nothing to do with his feelings.

Lin Qi is just holding on now.

A person who is too strong will not easily take off his guard and disguise in front of others, but if he wants to enter Lin Qi's heart, he can only induce him to accept him and want to help her share her pain.

He didn't want to see Lin Qi feel so uncomfortable. He now pretended to be indifferent in front of outsiders. When the night was late and he was alone, he cried secretly.

Lin Qi was helpless: "I was not sad, nor did I want to cry. Qi Yan, this is your illusion."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!