C15 Is There Really Nothing?

"Hehe, I know I'm handsome, but I didn't expect to be so unreasonably handsome, to actually make Jin jealous and envious of me." Qingcheng giggled as she teased the angry gold.

"Hmph." Jin gave a cold snort, his voice sounding dissatisfied and contemptuous.

"But then again, what kind of person do you like? What does it look like? Is her face beautiful? Is her figure good? When are you going to bring her back to see me? " Qingcheng smiled as she patted Jin's shoulder, but he could clearly feel Jin's body stiffen at his question.

"In the future … "We'll see." Jin's face was a bit ugly, even his words were affected.

Qingcheng fell silent, no longer laughing like before.

"That... I'll go get busy first. " Jin couldn't stand the atmosphere anymore, so he left the room in a hurry.

Staring at the back view of Jin's fleeing figure, Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh as well, falling into a state of deep self-reproach.

If it wasn't for the fact that he intentionally took out the silver hairpin to talk, Jin Yu wouldn't have revealed such an awkward expression. It was all his fault for being so childish, causing Jin Xin's heart to feel uncomfortable.

Abruptly, Mo Qingcheng's shoulders sank as a pair of large hands gently and carefully pressed down on his shoulders. The warm, powerful hands seemed to possess an unfathomable magic, causing Mo Qingcheng's heart to feel a great sense of calmness.

Even without turning her head back, Qingcheng still understood who the owner of these two large hands was. After interacting with him for over a year, he was actually somewhat accustomed to this person's comfort and warmth. This was not a good omen.

Qingcheng lightly coughed, and then moved to the side without leaving any trace. She let out a long breath, smiled and said:

"Looks like I made a big joke this time and made Jin angry."

Looking at Feng Xuantian, who did not speak, but was gently looking at her, the smile on Qingcheng's face could not keep up.

"Actually, it's not that I want to make him unhappy, I just want him to have a family." After a short pause, Qingcheng slumped into a chair.

"I grew up with Gold. Although the two of us are not blood brothers, we are closer than blood brothers. I am a year older than Jin, so Jin sees me as his brother, and I see Jin as my own brother. " Qingcheng's narration was both light and slow, as if she was slowly recalling the past.

"Actually, after living here for such a long time, you should be able to tell that this brother of mine is not doing well at all. I should say that he has failed greatly." Qingcheng lowered her head, the bit of peace Feng Xuantian had brought him instantly disappearing without a trace. Instead, it was replaced with sorrow and self-blame.

"You did well." Feng Xuantian said in a low voice.

"Good? All day long like a small child angered gold? That's good too? You only know how to tease him, but you've never truly understood him. Ever since I was young, everything I've been through is gold to comfort me. I'm sick, I'm hungry, and it's gold that takes care of me. As my elder brother, I've never taken care of him. I, who have never tried my best to chat with him, much less understand his thoughts and feelings, is this good? "

Qingcheng couldn't help but mock herself; of course he knew that the Feng Xuanxuan Heavenly Rock was comforting him, but he couldn't find a reason to be comforted.

"Ever since Jin was young, he felt that he wasn't very smart and wasn't good for learning medicine, so he took on the responsibility of taking care of me. Since young, no matter what I say or do? Even if he disagreed with what I had done, he would still suppress his dissatisfaction and strongly support me and help me. Thus, I was willful. Perhaps in the eyes of others I am a good doctor and a gentle person, but in my own eyes, I am a selfish bastard who doesn't care about the people around me. "

Feng Xuantian listened to Qingcheng's muttering, his gaze filled with gentleness. He extended his hand, picked up the cup on the table, and handed it over to Qingcheng.

"You, really are very good. Believe me, gold won't blame you. " After a year of resting and practicing, Feng Xuantian's speech had become much smoother.

"I knew he wouldn't blame me, so I felt upset." Qingcheng took the teacup that Feng Xuantian had given her, and took a sip before sighing.

"Actually, I have always known that Jin has a close female friend. Although I rarely hear about her from Jin's mouth, I do know a bit about her. Hm! or what I should know and what I shouldn't know. "

Feng Xuantian looked at Qingcheng, and his gaze was calm yet gentle, like the bright and dazzling moon at night, yet also calm and gentle.

"I know you must think it's strange. Gold obviously didn't say anything, so how would I know?" At that time, it was as if Qingcheng understood what Feng Xuantian was thinking. He clearly didn't express any doubts, but Qingcheng still knew.