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The complexity and pity in his eyes also made her understand that he had heard everything.

He heard her distress and knew her forced smile.

Jiang Ke was different from Shen Junwei. No matter how mature Shen Junwei was, he was still a teenage boy. She could pretend to be calm in front of him and deny it with gritted teeth.

This was a play she had to play as an adult.

She couldn't show her weakness in front of a child, especially a patient.

As for Jiang Ke, he was her senior brother and also a companion in her work.

If she acted in front of him, he would be able to see through her frustration.

She was not afraid of being questioned by someone who could not see through her.

She was afraid that someone who had seen through her would throw her to the side with just a look of pity and leave her with no place to hide.

As a psychiatrist, Jiang Ke knew she was helpless. Her wounds were exposed to outsiders, and he knew the heart of her wanting to escape was exposed to outsiders.

However, he understood even more clearly that there were some things that could not be ignored if one were to blindly avoid them.

When a contradiction exists, the only solution is to face it.

Jiang Ke didn't give her any chance to escape, and had even directly attacked her heart.

He asked her softly, "Does Wen Yiyan not like you?"

Fan Xing's eyes lowered, and her curly eyelashes trembled slightly. A shadow seemed to have been cast under her eyes, as if someone had grabbed onto her throat forcefully. She was unable to breathe, and the tip of her fingers were trembling as sparkling light uncontrollably slipped out of the corner of her eyes.

It's really useless, Fan Xing thought.

This was the second time she had shed tears in front of Senior Brother. Last time it was because of Wen Yiyan, and this time it was also because of him …

He clearly wanted to bring happiness to others more than anyone else, yet he couldn't even control his own emotions. It was truly useless.

Shen Junwei asked if she was tricked by Wen Yiyan.

Jiang Ke also asked if he liked her.

Therefore, Fan Xing, shouldn't she also question him in her heart — —

Did Wen Yiyan really love her?

Wen Yiyan asked her to marry him, and they both received their certificates. He treated her very well, even though the food was all cooked by him, he would still coax her and buy her the most favorite cake.

These... Can you prove that Wen Yiyan likes Fan Xing?

Fan Xing started laughing as usual, laughing merrily as he blinked his eyes. However, there were tears in his eyes, and his laughter sounded a little astringent, "Senior Brother, I'm so tired today, so I don't want to work overtime.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. There were other people here, so she wanted to find a place without people and hide. Then, she would slowly release all of her pain and depression.

Jiang Ke saw that she was pretending to be strong, and felt as if her heart was being pierced by needles. It was not fatal, but she could feel the sharp pain every time.

He could no longer suppress the love in his heart as he pulled her into his embrace, not allowing her to escape alone.

All of Fan Xing's camouflage had instantly collapsed. His belly full of grievance and helplessness had turned into a few gulps of sobs.

She struggled to push away the embrace that did not belong to her. Jiang Ke held her tightly in his arms, not allowing her to struggle free.

Fan Xing was really useless, at this moment, he was still remembering about his promise with Wen Yiyan. She struggled to say, "Let me go. I don't like to be too close to other men."

At this time, she was still thinking about that man. Jiang Ke's face became very ugly, and said with a hint of anger: "Can you not love me so lowly?"

Such a good girl, why did she lower herself to such a low level?

These words of his, when Fan Xing was unprepared, stabbed into the weakest spot at the bottom of her heart.

The woman was suddenly quiet, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her flesh.

Her body was trembling slightly and her breathing was light. She weakly replied, "I don't want to either."

However …

But she loved him, for ten years.

In these ten years, in her world, there had never been any Fan Xing.

Wen Yiyan who was earnestly studying on the table; Wen Yiyan who was silent; Wen Yiyan who would not know what to do when she cried; Wen Yiyan who would keep the cake and wait for her to come back from school to eat; Wen Yiyan who would give her the Teddy bear on her ninth birthday …

So many Wen Yiyan s, when she was nine years old, her heart was already filled with all kinds of Wen Yiyan s.

This was the first time she felt a suffocating sense of despair. She was very afraid, but strangely, what she was afraid of was not that she was about to die, but that she felt that she might never see Wen Yiyan again.

She would never see him again, and it made her feel worse than death.

When she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was him. She hugged him tightly and cried with joy. She still clearly remembered the feeling of having lost and regained her life.

She was not dead, and she could still see him. How blissful he was!

She was glad that he had saved her, but she was even more glad that she had been able to see him again.

Then they went their separate ways, and for a time the connection was broken.

They all said that time would eventually wear down all of her memories. Fan Xing once thought that as time passed, she would slowly throw away all of Wen Yiyan's memories one by one until they were all eliminated.

That way, she would be able to regain her freedom in her own world.

She tried, with time, to do everything she could, to forget him.

It was unknown whether it was because the time elixir had suddenly lost its effect, or because she was too stubborn.

Then she finally understood that some people would always remember him. Even if they forgot his smile, his voice, his face, but whenever she thought of him, that unique feeling would never change.

He had taken root in her mind like a tumor, and she could not pull it out, could not cut it off.

What could he do? What could he do?

He could only love her.

It didn't matter if she was weak or not, she just loved him …

As if he understood the helplessness in Fan Xing's heart, he held her tightly, hoping to give her a sense of security.

It was because he thought too simply, in the world of love, how could there be any difference in status? There was only love and not love, or perhaps love and love even more.

He lightly patted her back, his brows more furrowed than hers, but his gentle voice leaked out from his lips, "Don't be afraid, if it doesn't work, we'll split up and stay for a while. Think about it carefully."

Love is like two people pulling a rubber band, the hurt will never be the one that won't let go.

It was obvious that Fan Xing was the one who was unwilling to let go.

Wen Yiyan sent Shen Zilin to the hospital. Originally, Shen Zilin wanted him to stay behind to accompany her for a while, but no matter how uncomfortable she looked, he had no intention of staying.

After getting Shen Zilin off the car, Wen Yiyan drove and rushed back to the mental hospital to wait for Fan Xing to get off work.

Just as he walked to the door, he saw Fan Xing hugging onto him, his face sunk, his eyes filled with rage, and after hearing what Jiang Ke said, he became even more furious.