Bo Jingzhou agreed absentmindedly.

After taking a look at the well-behaved and obedient little Ayan, the old man's serious expression softened subtly for a moment.

After a while, Mr. Bo remembered something important and asked again, "Is there any news from Yutang?"

Bo Jingzhou's pupils contracted: "We're still investigating."

"Who do you think took Yutang away?" asked the old man.

"I suspect it was Liz who ordered this." Bo Jingzhou said in a deep voice, "But Liz has been hiding these days and there's no trace of her. Ai Rui has already gone back. As long as we can find Liz, everything will be fine."

Old Master Bo snorted coldly, "These Bulong family are really going too far! They simply don't take the Bo family seriously. They actually dared to touch my granddaughter-in-law!"

Bo Jingzhou's jawline tightened: "This time is different, it should not be just Liz alone, she can't do it so cleanly alone."

"Do you suspect there is someone else?"

"Ah."

The temperature seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Old Master Bo sighed and said, "Jingzhou, since your mother's matter has happened, you should think more positively. So many things have happened recently, and your father is like that... You should bear more responsibility..."

"I know." Bo Jingzhou's emotions remained calm.

In fact, he was exhausted after handling Mrs. Bo's funeral.

But there was still no news about Yutang, so he didn't dare stop for a moment, and didn't even have time to be sad.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see either his mother dying in front of him or Yutang's pale face when she was taken to the delivery room.

No one knew that for him, every day during this period was like a year.

......

Qin Wanshuang woke up in the hospital.

She slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness was like cotton soaked in water, heavy and blurry.

She tried to move her fingers, but found a needle inserted into the back of her hand, and cold liquid was slowly flowing into her blood vessels.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

A familiar voice came from the right.

Qin Wanshuang turned her head with difficulty and saw Su Xingyu's haggard face.

His eyes were bloodshot, his chin was covered with dark stubble, and his shirt was wrinkled, as if he had been sitting in this chair for a long time.

"Where is this..." Qin Wanshuang's voice was dry, "What's wrong with me?"

Su Xingyu immediately moved closer, carefully helped her sit up a little, and handed her a cup of warm water: "You have a fever, don't you remember?"

The warm water moistened my lips, and memories came flooding back.

She remembered, of course she remembered.

She remembered that Xiaoman died and she didn't even see her sister for the last time.

Qin Wanshuang's eyes instantly turned red, and the fingers holding the cup tightened unconsciously, and her knuckles turned white.

Seeing that she was about to cry again, Su Xingyu sighed softly: "Wan Shuang, the dead cannot be resurrected, don't be sad."

Her tears still flowed uncontrollably, rolling down her cheeks and wetting the collar of her hospital gown.

"That's my sister..." She choked and her voice broke.

Of course Su Xingyu knew.

The sister that Qin Wanshuang always talks about is also the person Qin Wanshuang cares about most in the world.

He wanted to reach out and hug her, to hold her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay.

But as soon as he moved his fingers, he restrained himself and retracted them.

It hasn't reached that stage between them yet.

Finally, he just patted her trembling hand gently.

"If Xiaoman is still alive, she would definitely not want to see you like this."

But little did she know that when Qin Wanshuang heard this, she cried even harder.

"No... She won't forgive me... Even if Xiaoman is still alive, she will still hate me..."

Su Xingyu was stunned: "Night Cream..."

"You don't know..." Qin Wanshuang sobbed, as if she wanted to spit out the secrets that had been accumulated for many years. "My mother and I abandoned her back then... She no longer recognizes me as her sister..."

Su Xingyu looked at her in shock.

Although I knew that Qin Wanshuang was looking for her biological sister, she had never mentioned this past event in all the time I had known her.

In the past, she always downplayed the topic of her family. It turns out that beneath that calm appearance, there was such deep guilt and pain.

Su Xingyu said softly, "That's not your fault. You were just a child at that time."

Qin Wanshuang smiled bitterly, tears still flowing: "But I grew up and had countless opportunities to make up for it...but I...but..."

But what did she say? Su Xingyu did not ask.

Some wounds will bleed more if you expose them.

For a moment, the only sounds in the ward were Qin Wanshuang's suppressed sobs and Su Xingyu's heavy breathing.

Outside the window, dusk gradually fell, blurring the outlines of the two people into a blurred and gentle appearance.

After a long time, Qin Wanshuang's crying gradually subsided.

She leaned tiredly on the pillow, her eyes red and swollen, her face pale as paper.

Su Xingyu silently handed her the tissue, she took it and thanked him softly.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the ward door.

Su Jinyao walked in and saw that Qin Wanshuang had woken up. He nodded slightly and said, "Ms. Qin, are you feeling better?"

Qin Wanshuang forced a smile and said, "Much better, thank you."

Su Jinyao briefly checked the data on the monitor, then said to Su Xingyu, "Fourth Brother, come out for a moment."

Su Xingyu obviously hesitated, his eyes shifting between Qin Wanshuang and his third brother.

Qin Wanshuang saw his worry and said softly, "Go ahead, I'm fine."

"You have a good rest, I will be back soon." Su Xingyu reminded him worriedly, looking back every few steps as he followed Su Jinyao out of the ward.

He originally thought that he could just talk at the door, but Su Jinyao called him to the office.

After closing the door, Su Xingyu became anxious and urged Su Jinyao, "If you have anything to say, please say it quickly."

He was in a hurry to go back to take care of Qin Wanshuang, and he was really worried about leaving her alone in the ward.

Su Jinyao sighed, took out a medical record from the drawer and handed it to him: "Take a look for yourself."

The rustling sound of turning pages was unusually clear in the quiet office.

Su Xingyu's eyes quickly scanned the medical terms and suddenly stopped at a certain diagnosis result.

Severe depression?

How can this be?

He read it several times in disbelief.

Su Jinyao asked in a deep voice: "She has severe depression, did you know that?"

"Are you sure?"

Su Xingyu's fingers began to tremble. "She just couldn't accept her sister's death, so she was sad. How could it be depression?"

Su Jinyao said calmly, "She has been taking antidepressants for a long time. Blood test results confirm this. Judging from the drug metabolism, this condition should have lasted for at least two years."

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