I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

In the mental hospital, Wen Yu eventually suffered a mental breakdown and attempted suicide and was admitted to the hospital as in the original story. The funny thing is that this time, Vianna found him and took over the plot of the director of 547 to send Wen Yu to the mental hospital.

Originally, this was something that should have been done by the director who had a close relationship with the previous generation of the Wen family, but Yang Liu was keeping a close eye on Wen Yu, so he stole the show from others.

Of course, this is also done to advance the plot. Given Wen Yu's heart knot, it would be impossible to let it go unless she really dies.

Wei Anna looked at Wen Yu who was sitting on the bed and staring out the window in a daze. She felt uncomfortable for a moment. Her spirit floated to the side and hugged this person who seemed particularly fragile in her eyes. She whispered over and over again, "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be fine..."

Yang Liu stood outside the door, watching this scene, feeling depressed. She was not the real Vianna, nor had she received Vianna's past memories of the original world, so she didn't know why Vianna would feel such deep sadness and resonance with Wen Yu.

Maybe there really is a similar situation...

Yang Liu turned her back, picked up the phone and called Luo Yan. It wasn't out of kindness, it was just Wen Yu's request. Now he was no longer allowed to touch the phone.

What a coincidence! Wen Yu committed suicide while Luo Yan was on a business trip. It might be that Wen Yu had planned this long ago, so at this moment, Luo Yan might still be out of town and had no idea about it at all.

I heard a cold and distant voice on the other end, "Hello? Who is this?"

"Vianna."

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked after a pause, "Ms. Vianna, what can I do for you? Are you here to lobby again?"

"Something happened to Xiao Wenyu, you should come back soon." Yang Liu was too lazy to argue with him and hung up after speaking.

Luo Yan looked at the hung up phone, was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly stood up, picked up his clothes and walked out.

"Doctor Luo! Doctor Luo! Where are you going? The patient will be here soon!" The nurse behind him called out anxiously.

"I have to go back to Kyoto for urgent matters. Please arrange a psychologist for him first!" Luo Yan said this and ran out of the municipal mental hospital.

Then he stopped a car and headed straight to the airport.

"Hello, Mr. Fu, immediately, help me arrange the nearest flight to Kyoto. It will be within the hour! I promised to take care of your wife's illness." Luo Yan took out his cell phone with trembling hands and made a call. His voice sounded very steady, but he was holding the phone tightly with both hands, his eyes were wide open but his pupils were obviously not focused, and the shaking of his legs betrayed his anxiety and panic.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." I heard the brief reply from the other end until he hung up.

Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Within ten minutes, the other party sent the contact information of the person who would pick them up and the flight number.

The car drove fast and steadily within the speed limit, but even though the airport was not that far away, it still took more than half an hour to get there.

"Mr. Luo? Come with me, my boss has already arranged everything for you."

As soon as Luo Yan got off the car, a nearly two-meter-tall man in a suit came towards him. He was holding a mobile phone and looking around, giving the impression of a thug in a suit.

Luo Yan nodded and urged people to lead the way.

……

Luo Yan finally relaxed after getting on the plane, but he couldn't calm down his inner panic. He always felt that something bad was about to happen, neither near nor far away.

On the other end, after Yang Liu hung up the phone, she went into the ward and started chatting with Wen Yu. They talked about some family matters, and it seemed no different from their usual chats at home.

While Yang Liu was feeding Wen Yu with spoonful of porridge, she was also talking about how Wen Yu's cat was very naughty at home. When she went to help feed it, it broke a cup in front of her, but she cleaned it up.

Wen Yu hit himself very hard, injuring his aorta, and now he can no longer lift anything.

"Really? That's really troublesome, Sister Anna. Nian Nian is indeed a bit naughty."

Wen Yu answered her nonsense helplessly, and at the same time he wanted to reach out to take the bowl from Yang Liu's hand. When he calmed down a little, he felt that it was a bit strange and embarrassing to accept care from an unrelated person.

"How about I do it myself?"

As he said this, he tried to raise his hand, but the intense pain from struggling on the stitched wound on his wrist forced him to put his hand down again. It seemed that his tendons were injured and he was not very flexible. The pain from the cut skin and flesh after the numbing agent wore off made his already pale face look even more sickly. After realizing the problem, he embarrassedly withdrew his hand, folded his palms, and slowly moved his thumb to stroke the back of his hand.

"Sorry to trouble you, Sister Anna."

Yang Liuding watched him raise his hand and then put it down, then forced a stiff and somewhat tired apologetic smile at her, and said helplessly, "What's the big deal? Don't be so polite to me."

As she spoke, she smoothed his frizzy hair with her hand, and then held up the porridge in her other hand, "Would you like some more?"

After the impulse, there was an inexplicable calmness. Wen Yu's eyes seemed to be out of focus all the time, and his whole body was in a daze. When he heard Vianna talking, he turned his head woodenly and pursed his lips. The sour taste after the sweetness of the porridge filled his mouth. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a tear as big as a bean flowed down his cheek. A trace of helplessness finally flashed in his calm eyes, and he shook his head with sobs.

"Sorry, I can't eat much."

The visiting time was approaching. This was an almost completely closed mental hospital. Wen Yu was sent here to at least ensure that he would not die to the greatest extent. Yang Liu frowned slightly with heartache in her eyes. She raised her hand to wipe the tears that kept rolling down his face, put down the bowl and spoon, reached out to hold him in her arms, and patted him gently.

"You must be very tired. Take a good rest today and I will come to see you tomorrow."

Yang Liu closed the door gently after leaving the ward. After leaving the hospital, he calculated the approximate time. If nothing unexpected happened, tonight, he would blow up the sealed window and jump down, dying in front of Luo Yan. Thinking of this, Yang Liu was particularly calm. She didn't expect to let him go. It was reasonable that the gamble failed. She was destined to use plan B.

Willow looked up at the snow that was beginning to slowly fall, one flake at a time. The dark clouds in the sky blocked out the afternoon sunlight, making it dark and gloomy, not like good weather.

"Anna, I'll leave the rest to you."

Yang Liu spoke with a smile, but she didn't look happy at all. Viana floated in the air, looking at each other face to face.

"Are you really not going to struggle any more?" Vianna's face was a little sad, and she herself looked listless.

The snow from the sky was getting heavier and heavier, almost blocking the two people's vision, and they could not see each other's expressions.