Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

As night falls and the city lights come on, the colors of the afterglow on the horizon attract many people to look up.

The number of people at the park entrance gradually increased.

Lin Lulu paid no attention to the beautiful scenery around her. She kept looking at the road and, as the appointed time drew closer, she wondered with great interest which direction Jing Sichen would come from.

How strange!

Why did he meet her at the park entrance?

She actually really likes parks; they're lively, fun, and full of childlike wonder.

But she thought that someone like him wouldn't like it.

He'd probably think it's childish!

As she thought about it, a smile unconsciously curved her lips, her eyes sparkled, and her heart was filled with anticipation.

The singing continued uninterrupted.

"I'm under the blazing sun, just wanting to hold an umbrella for you. You lean on my shoulder, taking deep breaths to avoid forgetting. We started talking because of that silly game of catching fish. I wish the carnival could never end. The balloon is in my hand, I'm holding your hand and wandering around aimlessly. I have something to tell you, but your eyes are busy. I want to taste both the sponge cake and the jam on your lips. The carnival video is playing..."

Lin Lulu's mind wandered as she followed the rhythm.

I wonder if the uncle is afraid of amusement park rides like pirate ships, giant swings, and roller coasters.

Moreover, with his good looks, holding an ice cream cone in one hand and a cotton candy in the other, there would definitely be a lot of people coming up to ask for his autograph!

How vain!

She's so good-looking, yet she likes to gravitate towards crowded places. Is she here to enjoy everyone's attention?

She drifted off into thought.

So much so that she didn't even react when someone called her name.

"Lin Lulu!" came another shout.

Lin Lulu then came to her senses and turned around, only to see Jing Rou's haggard and pale face.

"Jing Rou?" Lin Lulu immediately became alert. "What are you doing...?"

"I really envy you." Jingrou looked Lin Lulu up and down, then smiled bitterly. "You get to come to the amusement park with my brother. This is my favorite place; it holds so many memories for us. I once told him I hoped we could go on all the rides here together, but because of my health, even riding the carousel is difficult. That hope will forever remain just a longing!"

Her frail appearance is truly heartbreaking.

"Why did you come out?" Lin Lulu asked. "Staying in the hospital would have been better for your condition."

"Are you really concerned about me?" Jing Rou sneered. "I thought you hated me, wished I were dead, so you'd have no competitors!"

"I wouldn't say I like you that much," Lin Lulu shrugged, "but I don't hate you to the point of wishing you dead either."

"You're quite honest." Jing Rou took a deep breath and said again, "Lin Lulu! Why don't we make peace? My body can't stay with my brother for long! If someone who looks like me stays by his side to accompany and take care of him, I can be content."

"What do you mean?" Lin Lulu frowned. "How do we look alike?"

"Don't you understand?" Jing Rou rolled her eyes dismissively. "Then why do you think I'm so good to you?"

Lin Lulu fell silent.

She couldn't figure out why Jing Sichen had been so good to her from the very beginning.

After all, given Jing Rou and Lin Ao'ao's looks, she wasn't confident that Jing Sichen would fall in love with her at first sight.

"Actually, you and I looked quite alike when we had long hair." Jingrou said, taking out a photo to show Lin Lulu. "Back then, I wasn't so sick, and I could still run and jump. What I liked most was my long hair."

Lin Lulu looked at the photo in Jing Rou's hand. It showed Jing Sichen lifting Jing Rou up high in his arms, smiling brightly.

At that time, Jing Rou was at most ten years old.

"Did you notice?" Jingrou stepped forward. "When you smile, you have a dimple and a cheek dimple, just like me. My brother must have complimented your eyes, right? They're so similar to mine, like a half-moon. Even our blood types... hahaha—we both have the rare Rh-negative blood type."

"Finished?" Lin Lulu said nonchalantly. "There are at least tens of thousands of people nationwide who have all the characteristics you described. What? Just because they have contact with Uncle means they're benefiting from your connections?"

"You don't believe me?" Jingrou snorted. "Then give me a reasonable explanation: what exactly does my brother like about you?"

Lin Lulu: "Then you'll have to ask him."

"You can't interfere in my relationship with my brother." Jingrou was so angry that she could hardly breathe. "I understand him. He just didn't want to lose me and suffer too much, so he transferred his feelings to someone else first. But he's so foolish! Feelings can't be transferred. But even if you're just a substitute for me, I still envy you! Because, in the end, it's still you who's by his side!"

"However, Lin Lulu, we really should reconcile!" Jing Rou smiled slightly. "Rather than seeing him all alone in the future, I'd rather have someone by his side. Anyway, you're only after his kindness to you and his money. I can not be jealous of you, and I can even help you by telling you his preferences so that you can cater to them and truly become his wife. In my place, stay by his side."

Looking at Jing Rou, Lin Lulu felt that she didn't have a heart condition, but rather a mental illness.

Does she have an inflated sense of self-worth?

Although she didn't know why the older man was so nice to her, she believed that he definitely wasn't treating her as a substitute.

"If someone truly loves another person, no one can replace them!" Lin Lulu said firmly. "If it could be replaced, what kind of true love would it be? If you want me to feel miserable and pitiful, shouldn't you find some other excuse?"

"Do you like cash?" Jingrou asked. "If you can't get cash, how about US dollars or euros?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lulu's lips curled up awkwardly.

When it comes to eloquence, I don't think I'm very good at it.

"I'm willing to help you, so you should just accept this favor!" Jingrou said in a very condescending tone. "After all, this is your chance to hold onto him tightly."

"You're a lunatic!" Lin Lulu ignored Jing Rou. "You think I'd believe you just because you come out here spouting such nonsense? You said you were this old man's fiancée, and what happened?"

"My brother told you otherwise?" Jingrou smiled, then continued, "Our whole family has tacitly accepted my relationship with him. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to drag him down with this decaying body, I would have married him long ago!"

Lin Lulu: "Since you're afraid of implicating him, why are you now reluctant to let him go?"

"Because people are selfish! I thought I would be happy if I pushed him away. But it turns out that even in this limited life, I want him to belong only to me! I even hope that after I die, he will only have me in his heart!" Jingrou's voice grew louder. "Lin Lulu, this place is full of memories for my brother and me. Although I can't play here, he often brings me to watch other people play. Today, you and he arranged to meet here, and I also arranged to meet him."

He paused, then continued, "You arranged to meet at the West Gate, but I arranged to meet at the East Gate. Do you think he'll come to see you, or him to see me?"