She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

Lin Qingran and Bo Ye were both taken aback when they heard Fu Xiuheng's words. Their eyes met in the air, and they both caught a fleeting look of surprise and seriousness in each other's eyes.

The police station is a noisy place with people coming and going, making it unsuitable for discussing such a heavy and private topic.

Lin Qingran frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then broke the silence first.

"There are too many people here, let's find a quiet place to talk in detail."

Fu Xiuheng seemed lost in thought, mechanically nodding, his face shrouded in a thick fog that he couldn't shake off.

The three of them walked in silence toward the hotel where Lin Qingran and her companion were staying.

Fu Xiuheng lowered his head, his steps were slow and heavy, each step felt like walking on cotton, weak and powerless.

His mind was replaying the doctor's serious face and despairing words when he told him about his condition, and his heart was filled with fear of the unknown and deep unease.

In particular, he now suddenly has to face the very problem he least wants to confront.

His hands trembled slightly involuntarily at his sides. He tried hard to hide the trembling by clenching his fists tightly, but the uncontrollable shaking still leaked out through his fingers.

Upon entering the hotel room, Fu Xiuheng stood directly in the center of the living room, motionless like a statue.

His eyes were vacant and unfocused, his lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he was completely unaware of it.

My mind is a jumbled mess, a thousand thoughts swirling within me, yet I don't know where to begin.

Looking at Fu Xiuheng's dejected appearance, Bo Ye felt a surge of impatience. He frowned and raised his voice.

"Hey Fu Xiuheng, you're a grown man, can you stop dragging your feet and being so hesitant? If you're sick, just say it out loud. How long are you going to keep hiding it like this? Do you want to stay sick like this forever?"

Lin Qingran's heart clenched when she heard Bo Ye's words, and she quickly signaled him to be quiet with her eyes.

She walked over to Susukino and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Bo Ye, don't rush. You need to stay calm in times like these."

Her eyes were full of worry.

She knew Fu Xiuheng's current state all too well; his inner fragility was like a thin layer of ice, which could shatter at the slightest provocation.

Bo Ye was slightly taken aback upon receiving Lin Qingran's hint, and a trace of regret flashed through his mind.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner anxiety, and slowly opened his mouth, his voice becoming much gentler.

“Fu Xiuheng, I was too hasty just now, please don’t take it to heart. I’m just a bit impatient and I tend to say things without thinking, please bear with me. But we have to face reality now, and running away won’t solve anything. Only if you tell us the whole story about your condition can we all help you analyze it and find a way to overcome the disease together. You need to know that you’re not fighting alone, you have us by your side.”

Fu Xiuheng seemed to be touched by Bo Ye's words. He raised his head slightly and slowly swept his gaze over Lin Qingran and Bo Ye.

When he saw the genuine concern in their eyes, a long-lost warmth welled up in his heart, as if he had seen a ray of dawn in the darkness.

However, the panic in his heart followed him like a shadow. He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was choked by something. After a long while, he managed to utter a few words with difficulty.

"I...I don't know where to begin."

Looking at Fu Xiuheng's hesitant expression, Lin Qingran understood that he was struggling with something and finding it difficult to face his true situation.

She sighed softly, her voice gentle and patient as she guided him slowly.

"Xiuheng, don't panic. Let's start from when you first realized something was wrong. Tell us slowly."

Fu Xiuheng's body trembled slightly, as if his deepest pain had been touched.

His eyes were filled with pain and confusion. After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and dry.

"The first time I realized that my mental state was very abnormal was after Qingran left... a year later."

His brow furrowed as he was lost in those painful memories.

"That day, Xingze cried and made a fuss, asking me for his mother, just like he always did. Usually, I would get annoyed by his crying and fussing, but I could still maintain some patience. But for some reason, at that moment, an inexplicable anger suddenly rose up in my heart."

Fu Xiuheng's face showed pain, and his hands clenched involuntarily, as if he had returned to that moment when he lost control.

"At that moment, my head was buzzing, and my emotions were like a wild horse, completely out of control. I yelled at Xingze, so loudly that even I was startled. Xingze was frightened, but he also felt wronged." A trace of guilt and self-blame flashed in Fu Xiuheng's eyes, and his lips trembled slightly.

His voice began to choke up. "Xingze cried and accused me, saying that it was because of me that his mother left the family. His words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into my heart. At that moment, I felt something inside me completely collapse."

Fu Xiuheng's body began to tremble violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes became empty and crazed.

"I felt like I had lost my mind and had no idea what I was doing. I only remember smashing things wildly in the house, and the sound of things being smashed to pieces kept echoing in my ears."

His hands were waving in the air, as if he were repeating the same movements he had made.

"When I finally calmed down, the room was a complete mess. Xingze huddled in a corner, trembling like a fallen leaf, and burst into tears."

Fu Xiuheng's face was full of regret, tears welling up in his eyes. He slowly squatted down, hugged his head with both hands, and painfully blamed himself.

"How could I have treated Xingze like that? What a terrible father I am..."

Lin Qingran watched as Fu Xiuheng was mired in pain and self-blame, and her heart was filled with pity. She quickly went to Fu Xiuheng's side, reached out and gently placed her hand on his shoulder, pressing it slightly, as if trying to transfer strength to him.

Her voice was soft and gentle, “Xiuheng, please don’t torture yourself like this. The root of all this is the illness, not your fault, and you can’t judge yourself as a failed father because of this.”

Bo Ye stood quietly to the side, a trace of reluctance still lingering on his face, but seeing Fu Xiuheng's pained expression, he still moved his lips and spoke.

“That’s right. No one in this world is born with the skills of being a father. Your loss of control at that time was completely beyond your control. It wasn’t that you intentionally took your anger out on Xingze. You were just temporarily controlled by the illness.”