Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

How could she be crazy?

When you go crazy, you won’t know the sins you have committed. You will live in your own world and have no idea what consequences you have caused.

Her hands are stained with the blood of a life, but she can continue to live happily and foolishly. Is this fair?

What's more, if she is really crazy, she will not be held criminally responsible.

Could it be that Xia Xinyi died in vain?

She couldn't accept it.

Ruan Xingchen clenched his fists, stood up with a sullen expression, and said coldly, "I don't believe it! I don't believe she's really crazy. I want to go and take a look."

She wished she could just rush over and beat Fan Wanqing so hard that she couldn't pretend anymore.

"lady."

Before the police officer could say anything, Huo Yan had already hugged her in his arms.

With pity and heartache, he whispered: "I know you are sad now, calm down."

"Why is she crazy?!"

Ruan Xingchen gritted her teeth and said coldly, "How could she be so crazy?!"

She couldn't accept such an outcome, and Xia Xinyi, who had already lost her life, shouldn't face such an outcome.

Huo Yan sighed softly and shook his head at the police officer with a troubled look on his face.

After the police officer retreated, he held her and sat down again, giving her a soothing kiss on the cheek.

He whispered, "Whether she is really crazy or pretending to be crazy, I will make her crazy become a fact. Madam, don't worry, I will not let her go."

Do you think you can escape everything by going crazy?

Naive.

A murderous madman is extremely threatening and dangerous to society. He should be sent to a mental hospital and kept under good supervision to prevent him from going crazy and killing people again in the future.

A truly insane lunatic can probably survive in a mental hospital, unconscious and unaware.

If you're pretending to be crazy...

How can a normal person endure life in a mental hospital?

Even if I'm not crazy, I'm going crazy.

Sometimes, death is not scary, living is the beginning of real torture.

Huo Yan's eyes were cold, and he carried a dangerous aura. No one had ever been able to escape unscathed after offending him.

There is always a price to pay for making the person dear to him sad to this extent.

After hearing his promise, Ruan Xingchen gradually calmed down. She clenched her fists, her eyes cold: "It's not just her."

A faint sense of regret rose in her heart.

When we first met, Fan Wanqing was still a rich lady who was a bit rash and arrogant, liked to show off, was high-spirited and had her own pride.

Ruan Xingchen watched her become thinner and more insane, and immersed in the dream of chasing love, as if she were suffering from hysteria.

With the attitude of not interfering in other people's affairs, she at most reminded Mrs. Fan to take Fan Wanqing to see a psychologist, and did not say much after being rejected.

What can she do when her parents and she herself make such a choice?

No one would have thought that one day Fan Wanqing would go crazy and do such an irreparable thing.

She shouldn't have taken this path. Ruan Xingchen didn't believe that she made this decision without the guidance of others.

Just at this moment, a car stopped outside the police station.

Mr. Fan and Mrs. Fan were at home preparing for Fan Wanqing and Cheng Min's wedding. When they heard the news suddenly, they were struck by lightning and rushed over with blank faces.

They just couldn't believe that Fan Wanqing could do such a thing.

Mr. Fan's shirt was worn inside out and the opening of his suit was crooked.

Mrs. Fan was wearing home shoes, one of each style.

Revealing their haste and confusion.

When Mrs. Fan saw the crazy Fan Wanqing, tears immediately fell from her eyes.

She covered her heart and fell into Mr. Fan's arms, sobbing uncontrollably: "This child, how could this child embark on this path? She, why is she so depressed!"

Mr. Fan's face was also full of disbelief. He supported his heartbroken wife with red eyes.

This middle-aged man had the vicissitudes of life, and his voice was trembling: "Wanqing, Wanqing, do you still recognize your father? You, say something! You...why on earth would you do such a thing! "

In the end, he felt both disappointed with her and heartbroken that she had embarked on a path of no return. His feelings were filled with complexity for a moment.

“Wanqing? I, I am Wanqing, I am Brother Shen’s bride!”

Fan Wanqing smiled, completely unaware of their heartache and sadness.

Clapping his hands, with anticipation and joy on his face, he looked at them curiously and asked, "Who are you? Are you here to attend my wedding with Brother Shen?"

Hearing her childish question, Mrs. Fan covered her face and let out a cry of grief.

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

She pounded her chest, crying out in regret, "I should have taken her to see a psychiatrist. I shouldn't have done that for the sake of face. I shouldn't have..."

If she had listened to Ruan Xingchen's advice and taken Fan Wanqing to see a psychologist after she tried to jump off the building, would everything have been different?

Why had she been so obsessed and stubbornly refused?

Mr. Fan couldn't bear the blow either. He took two steps back and his face turned pale.