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"Brother, do you not hate me anymore?"
Leng Wanxin looked at Feng Qinglang's bloodshot eyes, caused by severe anxiety and lack of sleep, and asked softly.
"Silly Erya, Brother has never hated you."
Feng Qinglang said with a choked voice, "Get well soon, and whatever you want, Brother will get it for you."
"I want a lollipop."
Leng Wanxin looked at him and asked, "Brother, do you still remember the rainbow lollipop you gave me back then?"
"What rainbow lollipop?"
Feng Qinglang was astonished.
"When I didn't rank first in the middle school exams, while I was crying, you, who always seemed to dislike me, suddenly handed me a lollipop and told me not to cry, saying it was annoying. I kept that lollipop and couldn't bear to eat it."
"Ah? You haven't kept it till now, have you?"
"Later, it was covered with ants and my mom threw it away."
Leng Wanxin smiled with pursed lips, "But, I took a picture of it, it's my WeChat profile picture."
