She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

The white exterior walls of Airen Mental Hospital gleamed with a cold, hard light under the gloomy sky.

The leaves of the sycamore trees by the door rustled in the wind, swirling up a few fallen leaves from the ground.

As soon as Han Xi's car came to a stop, he saw Han Ming walk out of the hospital gate.

He was wearing a dark gray trench coat, and his figure was thinner than I remembered. His steps were somewhat heavy, as if he were carrying a heavy burden.

The father and son's eyes met in mid-air, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Han Ming stopped in his tracks, his fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of his trench coat, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His eyes were a jumbled mess of emotions, a mixture of evasiveness, fear, and an unspeakable embarrassment, like a child caught red-handed doing something wrong.

Han Xi sat in the car, his face expressionless through the transparent window.

His gaze fell calmly on Han Ming, as if he were looking at a stranger, without warmth or emotion.

The reflection of Han Ming's uneasy figure in the car window looked particularly ironic.

After a while, Han Xi finally opened the car door and got out.

The crisp sound of black leather shoes on the stone pavement in front of the hospital broke the eerie silence.

Instead of walking towards Han Ming, he turned and walked towards the flower bed next to him.

Han Ming hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The benches beside the flower beds were painted off-white, but some parts had peeled off, revealing the dark wood underneath.

Han Xi sat down at one end of the bench, while Han Ming hesitated for a moment before sitting down at the other end.

There was an empty seat between the father and son, as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them.

The two were so close yet so far apart, a deep sense of estrangement permeating the air.

The wind swept up the withered leaves on the ground, which landed on Han Xi's trouser leg, but he seemed completely unaware.

"You know it all."

Han Ming spoke first, his voice somewhat dry, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

This was not a question, but a statement. He knew in his heart that with Han Xi's abilities, it was impossible for him not to know that Han Shiyu had been transferred here.

Han Xi didn't speak, but just chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, yet it felt like a needle piercing Han Ming's heart.

He slowly nodded, his gaze falling on the iron fence of the hospital in the distance. His tone was calm but tinged with sarcasm: "My father went to so much trouble to get him out. It would be hard for me not to know."

Han Ming's expression instantly became somewhat unnatural, as if someone had touched a sore spot.

He avoided Han Xi's gaze and looked at the roses blooming brightly in the flower bed, his voice lowering: "I know that Shi Yu was wrong in many things before..."

"wrong?"

Han Xi interrupted him, her tone filled with deep disappointment, "Father, you think you can sum up everything she did with just the word 'wrong'?"

Han Ming's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly. He took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision.

"She's still young and doesn't understand things. Besides, whether you like it or not, she's your own sister, and you share the same blood."

He turned his head, his eyes pleading: "Xiujin, for the sake of our blood ties, please forgive her this time, okay?"

Han Xi slowly turned his head and looked at Han Ming.

His eyes were cold, like a frozen lake in winter.

“Every time, my father uses the same excuse. I’m tired of hearing it even though you don’t get tired of it.”

He shook his head slightly, a look of disappointment on his face. "Over the years, how many vicious things has Han Shiyu done, and you have always tolerated her like this? Now she has even forged a mental illness diagnosis. Father is so capable, do you still need me to forgive her?"

Han Ming's face turned pale and then red, his lips moved but he couldn't utter a single word.

His fingers gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Since Father wants her to come out this way."

Han Xi's voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable resolve: "From now on, let her stay in the mental hospital and be a good 'mental patient'."

Han Ming's heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gripped tightly by something.

His face immediately showed panic, and he jumped up from his chair: "Han Xi, you can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Xi had already stood up, turned around, and left.

The black figure stood tall and resolute, showing no trace of lingering attachment.

Han Ming watched his retreating figure, opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed the rest of his words.

He knew that once Han Xi made a decision, he wouldn't easily change it.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him. He staggered back a step and slumped back onto the bench, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The VIP ward on the third floor of the hospital was in a mess.

The white walls were splattered with ink, and torn sheets and pillowcase lint were scattered on the floor. A suffocating atmosphere filled the air.

Han Shiyu sat on the ground, her back against the cold wall.

She was wearing a large hospital gown, her hair was disheveled, her face was smeared with black ink, and her eyes were filled with resentment and madness.

She held a fountain pen in her hand and wrote the three characters "Xu Fangli" crookedly on a white pillow. The handwriting was messy and forceful, almost piercing the pillow.

After she finished writing, she picked up a pair of scissors from the side and stabbed the name on the pillow fiercely.

"Xu Fangli, you bitch! I will never let you get away with this!"

"You'll die a horrible death! And the child in your womb will suffer the same fate!"

"Han Xi is mine! It's all your fault, you stole him from me!"

Vicious curses poured from her mouth like the forked tongue of a serpent, carrying a chilling intent.

Her face was filled with an almost distorted excitement. With each stab, it was as if she had used all her strength. The sound of the scissors cutting through the fabric was particularly jarring in the quiet ward.

At the entrance to the ward, several nurses stood there, their faces filled with panic and helplessness, but none of them dared to go in.

They whispered to each other, keeping their voices very low.

"She's been making a scene for ages, are we really just going to ignore her?"

"Chairman Han specifically instructed that as long as she doesn't get into trouble, we shouldn't disturb her or restrict her movements."

"But this can't go on forever. What if I hurt myself?"

Shh...don't say anything, or someone might hear you.

Just then, a cold voice rang out from behind: "Get out of the way."

The nurses were startled and quickly turned around to see Han Xi standing behind them.

He was wearing a black suit with a matching overcoat over it, which made him look tall and straight. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

The nurses instinctively stepped back, making way for him.

Han Xi didn't look at them; instead, he peered through the small window in the ward door at the inside.