Kong Youling thought for a moment, then picked up a pencil and wrote word by word on the paper, then raised the small notebook, "Because I'm afraid of making you angry."
Suddenly he reached out and covered her pale and cool forehead, covering her eyebrows as well. Kong Youling tilted his head slightly, and after a moment, raised his red eyes from under Ji Minghuan's five fingers.
Ji Minghuan silently watched him.
"What's wrong?" After a while, she asked.
"Nothing, just checking if you have a fever. Why would I be angry with you?" Ji Minghuan said, "I'm even wondering if you've been feverish enough to become silly."
"I don't have a fever."
Kong Youling shook his head, his snow-white hair swaying gently.
"Then don't write anymore. Have you forgotten how those people bullied you at the Welfare Institute?" Ji Minghuan whispered, suddenly lowering his voice, "You can speak now, why would I be angry... I'm really happy."
