Chi Xiaoyu wiped her tears and hurriedly ran out again.
"Yeh Cangqiong, what happened to him? He seems unable to hear me… Wait, why did you send him to a mental hospital? He wouldn't…"
Yeh Cangqiong's face was cold and stern. He reached out to touch her soft forehead, his eyes filled with pain. After a long pause, he let out a heavy sigh.
"There was no other choice. When we brought him back, he was already like this. It's not that he's sick—he just doesn't have any will to live anymore." Chi Xiaoyu silently lowered her head.
She stood in place for a long time before walking back into the hospital room.
"Xiao Kui, no matter what happens, I won't give up on you! You have to hold on!" She gripped his hand tightly.
Gong Xize stared blankly into the distance...
When Chi Xiaoyu left the mental hospital, her mood was especially heavy.
On the way back, she kept staring out of the car window.
