Quick wear: the beauty of flirting is forced to have deep difficulties

Chapter 132: Autism x Autism
Qin Zhou watched her quietly for a while, then slowly backed away, restoring the distance between them to a safe place.

He sat on the side of the bed with his back to Wen Zhiyi, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Wen Zhiyi couldn't see his expression clearly, but felt a huge and profound sadness and sadness from him.

He seems to be blaming himself.

Even Wen Zhiyi had to admit that compared with five years ago, Qinzhou has made tremendous progress.

In the past, he was like a little prince living in a cage, responding flatly to everything around him, and his perception of emotions was almost zero.

Even Wen Zhiyi, who was "loved" by him, seemed to have a hard time causing him to change his mood and make him do something unplanned.

Now he is like a puppet infused with soul, even though he is clumsy, he can still make people feel his restrained and forbearing emotions.

Wen Zhiyi should have been happy, but because Qin Zhou's emotions were all sad, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

People are probably such greedy animals. When she used to face Qin Zhou's ignorant and bewildered eyes, she could not help but break down and hope that he would have a little more normal human feelings, even a little bit.

Now he would really feel sad for her and blame himself for her, but she hoped that all the emotions he had could be happy.

Wen Zhiyi sighed, and took Qin Zhou's hand. Qin Zhou didn't turn his head, but responded in a low voice: "What, what's wrong?"

Wen Zhiyi heard that his tone was not quite right, got up and turned his face away, Qin Zhou froze, but finally did not resist her movement.

He is crying.

He cried silently, as silent and inconspicuous as he was, tears dripping down, wet eyelashes, looking very pitiful.

When he was not talking, he couldn't tell what kind of strange and weird soul was hidden in his body. He was very handsome, with the kind of aloof and tired appearance. When he cried, he shed tears silently, with an indescribable contrast.

Wen Zhiyi hissed lightly.

"Why are you crying?"

When Qin Zhou heard her speak, he blinked his eyelashes twice quickly, looking stubborn and rebellious with lowered eyes, but the words he said made people feel soft.

"I'm a terrible person."

Wen Zhiyi was silent for a while: "Why do you think so?"

"I always make you sad."

"I don't know anything yet."

Qin Zhou frowned tightly, as if enduring some great pain: "I'm sorry, Zhiyi."

"I really, really want to get better."

"But I can't, I always, make things worse..."

He no longer faced Wen Zhiyi, but buried his head in his hands, and sat on the edge of the bed with his waist bent, his arched back trembling slightly.

Following Qin Zhou's words, Wen Zhiyi's heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and if she clenched it tighter, it hurt so much that she seemed to be out of breath.

Her eyes turned red little by little, she didn't know if it was because of the painful and difficult Qin Zhou in front of her, or because of herself who was crushed in the crowd with all her feelings and dignity when she was young.

She opened her mouth, but found that she didn't know what to say.

Finally, she patted Qin Zhou lightly.

"Actually...you're not that bad."

"You have a lot of excellent research results, and you have made a lot of money. These are places that I can't even dream of."

"Everyone has areas they are good at and areas they are not good at, well... that's a normal thing."

Wen Zhiyi slowed down his tone, and said carefully: "And you are much better now, there are almost no obstacles when I communicate with you, this is also your progress."

(End of this chapter)