"..."
Iron Hand still had no reaction.
"Brother, I can draw. I can create world-class masterpieces that look incredibly real. I'm very outstanding, aren't I?"
"Yes!"
Amid her rambling confessions, Iron Hand uttered a single word, his voice faint.
Overjoyed, Ai Lun sniffled and hugged him tightly, "Then do you like me? Do you?"
Iron Hand held her hands and propped his body up, his throat tightening.
"Let go, you're drunk. Rest well."
"Let go?" With a grin, Ai Lun squinted her eyes, staring at his expressionless face. Her heart twitched sharply, and her voice softened considerably, "Brother, I know you don't like me. But I like you... Isn't that enough?"
"..."
"Really, I like you so much... so very much..."
