"But." Shen Liangqiu smiled a little crazily: "With your last wish, she will definitely not kill me. I still have to linger. This life was left to me by you. I can't go without permission. die. "
"Xia Xia, I'm so wronged..." Shen Liangqiu stood up, walked to the tombstone, sat down, and leaned against the cold tombstone, as if leaning against Jiang Xia's soft body.
"Xia Xia, take me away." He was talking for a while, and then he was crying and complaining aggrievedly, as if he was saying all the apologies that he had not had time to say before he was alive.
The cool wind blew over the swollen face, Shen Liangqiu slowly closed his eyes, Xia Xia, are you there?
When he woke up after coma, he saw familiar clothes. Shen Zhiluo knew that he had returned to Su Nanjin's villa again, and numbly turned his head to look at the sky outside the window.
Mom and Dad, please take more care of Xia Xia over there. She is still young and doesn’t understand anything.
His slightly swollen eyes couldn't help but turn red again. Shen Zhiluo pulled the quilt and buried his head in it, biting his lower lip hard to prevent himself from crying.
Chang'an, who knew that Shen Zhiluo was in poor condition, quickly brought Ye Yun to visit him. As soon as he entered the door, he felt that the room was oppressive and uncomfortable.
"Is Zhiluo in the room?" Ye Yun asked softly, his eyes full of worry.
"Yes." Su Nanjin responded and took the two of them to her room, but still did not go in again.
The two of them walked in hand in hand and saw a bulge inside the quilt. They looked at each other and Ye Yun tentatively said, "Zhiluo, I'm here to see you."
The person under the quilt stiffened for a moment, stretched out his crouched body, exposed his slightly sweaty head, and just stared at the ceiling, ignoring them.
"Zhiluo, I miss you. I came to see you specifically today. Can you talk to me?" Ye Yun lay beside the bed, looking at her indifferent look, his heart felt sour, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore.
Chang'an also looked away with some discomfort, raised his hand and patted Su Nanjin's shoulder, signaling her to go out on her own.
Ye Yun nodded, saw the person going out, and continued to try to talk to her: "Zhiluo, you see they are gone, do you have anything to say to me? I am really worried about you like this."
Chang'an left quietly and walked to the living room to talk to Su Nanjin.
"Knowing Luo's situation, what did the doctor say?" He knew that Su Nanjin would definitely ask the doctor to come over early, so he asked about the condition directly.
"The psychiatrist said that she was mildly depressed before, but now she has some signs of autism. He advised me not to leave her alone for too long to avoid self-harm and suicide."
Hearing this, Chang An looked solemn: "You can't stay alone for too long, but don't stare at her all the time, as it will easily arouse her rebellious psychology."
Su Nanjin nodded: "Yes."
"Also, don't show excessive worry. No matter how worried you are in your heart, don't show it on your face. Your worry will remind her of those painful things all the time, and she will never forget it."
"I understand. The doctor said that we need to guide her to speak first. Zhiluo has been refusing to speak, and the doctor has nothing to do. I hope we can find a way to get her to speak first."
Su Nanjin looked at the closed door, his eyes full of exhaustion. He had not rested peacefully for a long time.
"Let Ye Yun try it first to see if Zhiluo can talk to her. If she is willing to talk, that's okay." Chang'an looked at him with heavy eyes: "If you are still unwilling to talk, then it is dangerous. "
Su Nanjin raised his hand and rubbed his sore temples, closing his eyes not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Chang'an sighed softly. He had watched the love between his friend and Zhiluo all the way. It was really unbearable to see one wave after another.
"Everything will be fine. Zhiluo is not that fragile. Maybe she will figure it out in a few days." Changan stood up and walked to his side, patted his shoulder and gave him invisible support: "Don't worry,
We are all here."
"Thank you, Chang'an!" Su Nanjin opened his eyes with gratitude on his face, but his eyes were bloodshot.
"Just rest here for a while and wait for Ye Yun to come out." Changan could tell at a glance that he hadn't had a good rest for several days. If he continued like this, he might not be able to bear it anymore.
Su Nanjin didn't say anything, just leaned on the sofa and took a short rest with his eyes closed.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Yunbian walked out, leaning against the doorframe a little dejectedly, shaking his head at Chang'an. He quickly walked over and held her hand, speaking in a heavy tone: "Are you still unwilling to speak?"
Su Nanjin immediately opened her eyes and looked at her expectantly.
Ye Yun sighed, his eyebrows knitted together: "I talked for ten or twenty minutes, and all my words were dry, but Zhiluo didn't respond at all. This can't go on like this."
Su Nanjin hid her disappointment in her heart and walked in.
The woman on the bed has disheveled black hair, her beautiful eyebrows are tinged with red, her nose is red, her fair skin is even paler, and her lips are so pale that they are bloodless.
It seemed that no matter how many people were in the room or who they were, she could not see anything. Even if Su Nanjin, who had annoyed her before, was standing in front of her, she still didn't care.
The whole person was lifeless, like a walking corpse.
When Su Nanjin looked at her, it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured from top to bottom, and the coolness flowed to her limbs and bones along with the blood.
The warm spring breeze blew in through the window, but it could not warm everyone's hearts. Ye Yun's eyes were red, he lowered his eyes and leaned in Chang'an's arms, sniffing quietly.
Chang'an held her tightly in his arms, running his big hands along her back to calm her emotions silently.
After they left, Su Nanjin kept Chang'an's words in mind and rarely disturbed her in her room during the day except to deliver meals. She bought countless books on psychology, read them page by page, and wrote them down.
The night is like thick ink spreading, the moonlight is tilted, and the silver glow is spread on the warm carpet.
The door to the room was pushed open softly, and a figure was slowly reflected on the floor. He walked to the bed and squatted down slowly. Only Zhiluo, who was asleep, was in the most peaceful and peaceful mood.
He knew that Zhiluo usually fell asleep very late and read psychology books for several hours. He only dared to come in and see her after two o'clock in the morning.
His big hand gently held her thin, almost fleshless hand, placed it next to her face, and rubbed it carefully: "Zhiluo, get well soon. I really feel sorry for you like this."
"As long as you can get well, I can do anything, even if I never let you see me again. I don't want to experience the pain like Shen Liangqiu. I would rather be separated, and I also want you to live well."
When he thought that Shen Zhiluo might leave him forever like Jiang Xia, he felt like he couldn't breathe, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pool and was blocked by mud.
"Zhiluo, please, I really can't lose you. I shouldn't deceive you or hurt you. As long as you are good, I can make atonement for my sins in any way. Can you get better soon?"
This chapter has been completed!