Xiao Ya gradually came out of the shadow of depression, obviously recovering her former appearance, and her fair little face finally had a hint of ruddyness.

For half a year, she struggled with her illness every day, during which I could feel her mood plummeting. She wasn't interested in anything that was interesting.

Severe insomnia left her face haggard, her eye sockets sunken, listless, and breathless. I want to sleep, but I can't sleep. The mind is in a mess, and things are like beads with broken threads, which are here and there for a while, but they can't be strung together. She tried so hard to get rid of it, forcing herself not to think about it, but she couldn't help herself, and the limited memory in her brain had long been filled with these fragments.

Severe inferiority complex filled her heart, making her lose the desire to speak, and she didn't want to express it, afraid to go out, and didn't want others to see her pale and haggard face.

Absent-minded in everything, distracted in everything. It will be better in the morning though. But in the afternoon, these terrible feelings and emotions formed in a long line, and they came to haunt her, and she even felt that living in the world was simply a sin.

Countless times, she couldn't stand it and even went crazy and screamed. Shivering all over, tears falling from the eyelids like raindrops, this pain from the inside out is unimaginable. It felt like she had been tormented by the disease, and she was in extreme pain.

Although the doctor prescribed her some antidepressant drugs, and she did get better after taking them, the side effects of the drugs were extremely obvious, such as severe hair loss, loss of appetite, nausea and vomiting, and other symptoms, which caused her to suffer a lot of physical torture.

Every time I have a seizure, I will helplessly hold her and let her emotions slowly stabilize, her emotions need to be vented, and when she is in pain, she will even bite my shoulder hard to vent her inner emotions. I managed to make it through. After calming down, she always leaned on my shoulder, looking at her masterpiece, and couldn't stop crying, she knew that she was not good. Gently kissed the tooth marks on my shoulder with that small mouth with body temperature. I knew her heart was bleeding at this point. Her tears flowed down to my white skin with her body temperature, and flowed into my longing heart, hoping that Xiaoya would get better as soon as possible.

When the disease attacked, in order to prevent her from having suicidal thoughts. I didn't dare to leave for a moment, I hugged her tightly and refused to let go, she moaned in pain, lay on my shoulder, and cried. At first, she also used my shoulder as a tool for her teeth to vent. Later, when she saw the shoulder covered with tooth marks, she was reluctant to add another wound to me.

I never thought that depression could be so painful, so hopeless. Every time she was in pain, my heart felt like a knife. I knew that as much as I wanted to help her get out of her illness, it always backfired. can only create a comfortable living environment for her from the outside. Take care of her daily diet and daily life, and give her more spiritual care. And that's all. The most fundamental thing is to be solved by her own will.

In the warm night, when I was already too sleepy to support it, Xiaoya still didn't feel sleepy at all. I was afraid that something would happen to her, so I stayed with her and tried to talk about happy topics.

She snuggled up in my arms, as if this was the only way she could feel at ease, she was afraid of loneliness, afraid of the night, after all, the night is lonely, and it is also the moment when a thousand loneliness begins.

Through the window, we could see the night sky in the distance. The starlight is bright and vast, and the dim yellow street lamps of the Garden Street flicker on and off, dotting the gurgling stream in the garden, and the leaves flutter in the breeze. The corridor sketches are scattered, quietly decorating everything in the mountain, water and garden. Acacia, persimmon, apricot tree, ash, golden-leaved locust, mountain peach, begonia and other trees are lushly distributed, making the park no longer messy. The strange stones on the rockery reflect the moon shadow into the stream, and the water forms an impressionistic romantic picture, which is even more pleasing to the eye under the starry sky.

"Brother Wen, do you think my illness can be cured?" Xiao Ya looked at me with a pair of tired eyes, as if she wanted to find an answer from me.

"It's going to be okay, Godmother will bless us from afar in the spirit of heaven, and we will get better as soon as possible. We have to go to Stanford University for an MBA!" I didn't know anything about it. The doctor once said that major depression is not so easy. Even if it is good, the likelihood of recurrence is very high. Now that she is seriously ill, she needs more encouragement to give her the confidence to fight against the disease.

"How nice it would be if Mother lived! She could see us like this, how much she wished we were together?" she subconsciously felt my heart beating.

"Yes! If my godmother were alive, she would have helped more people, but it's a pity that good people don't live long! Are you feeling better? Do you feel sleepy?" I asked with concern.

"Well, it's much better than in the afternoon, I just can't sleep, I feel much more comfortable lying in your arms and talking to you! Brother Wen, your heart is beating so fast! Tell me, do you feel your heart flutter when you see me?" she blushed.

She is the only relative in this world. I could feel her feelings for me and understand her heart better. Now is the time when she needs me the most, so I want to enter my power to let her get out of the shadow of depression as soon as possible and face the future life happily.

I've always thought I didn't deserve her at all, and she's never been in a relationship with a boy other than me. I didn't know that there were many, many better boys in the world than me.

No matter in terms of education, cultivation, temperament and other aspects, I am very different from others. I had low self-esteem in front of her. I especially hope that she can find someone of the same level as her and enjoy a happier life. She has implicitly expressed her love to me more than once. At that beach, she hoped that we could be together, and until now she continues to express to me the innocent feelings of a little girl. How could I gladly accept it? Now is the most difficult time for her, but also the time when she needs love the most, I will use the scarred shoulders to give her the greatest warmth, let her feel a kind of happy joy.

I will also grasp the scale, not to hurt her, as I promised my godmother, let her study hard, after she finishes her studies, she can leave her best and most precious things to the people she deserves the most love.

Thinking of this, I said with great happiness: "Of course!"