After Han Yu returned to China, he swept the grave of his mother Han Chunxue, and then moved Han Ying's ashes to the United States, although Fang Zhihe used a lot of methods, but still couldn't find out the address of the burial, so he had to stay in front of the cemetery where she was originally buried every day, hoping that it would make him feel better, but this not only did not make him feel better, but made him more painful.

The more time passed, the more intense the painful feeling became, he didn't know what he should do next, how to survive in a city without Han Ying, and he didn't know if he could find Han Ying.

Yan Jin looked at the back standing in front of the windowsill, and then looked at the unopened lunch box on the desk, and sighed secretly in her heart, in fact, she knew that Fang Zhihe was not deliberately ruining himself, but he couldn't eat at all, so he was already good compared to when Han Ying had an accident four years ago, at least he could eat a few bites and sleep for two or three hours.

But this is not the way to go on after all, so I took it upon myself to call Dr. Zhang and ask him to help prescribe some medicine to calm the nerves and help sleep, and she stared at him every day to finish taking the medicine.

I don't know if it was because of the effect of the drug or if his brain and nerves had reached their limits, so he fell asleep on his desk after lunch.

In his dream, there was a sea of flowers, all kinds of flowers competing to open, some he recognized, some not.

He glanced at the strange little flowers, and then cautiously stepped into the depths of the flowers, and suddenly, a woman in a white dress appeared, she was lying in a red bush with her eyes closed, looking very peaceful.

He looked at the serenity on her face, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, and after a while, he raised his legs and walked towards the woman, but as soon as he took a step, many iron thorns appeared densely under the woman, and each iron thorn pierced out of her body, and for a while bright red blood spurted out of her body, like a blood-colored fountain.

"Furry Forest!"

Fang Zhihe's sudden exclamation startled Yan Jin, who was cleaning up the teacup, she quickly reached out to hold the teacup in her hand steady, and then carefully put it in the cupboard. Was he just calling her? The one from the burn hospital?

After waking up, Fang Zhihe suddenly stood up from his seat, regardless of who the person next to him was, he directly grabbed the key and ran out of the door.

Furry!

He almost forgot about her, how is she now? Where is Fang Zhihe thought as he pressed his phone randomly, and today's date and time appeared on the phone screen: Wednesday, August 5th, 4:05 pm.

Wednesday?yes, it should be there!

Fang Zhihe drove the black Rolls-Royce through the main road of Linjiang, and after four or five street lights, the car finally stopped, and he pushed the door and got out of the car and walked quickly into the gate of the Xincheng Psychological Counseling Center.

In a lounge in the consultation center, the driver Ma Shuai was bored playing games, and when he saw Fang Zhihe pushing the door in, he quickly stood up from the sofa: "Fang ...... Mr. Fang!"

"Where's the furry?"

"Well, it's inside!"

"What time will you come out?"

"4:50!"

Fang Zhihe raised his left hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, at 4:27, maybe he felt that there was still plenty of time, so he turned around and went out again, and it didn't take long for him to step in again, carrying a cake box in his hand, the box was pink and delicate, through the transparent plastic paper, he could vaguely see the fruit and cream inside.

At 4:50, Lin Rongfu came out of the consultation room on time and saw a person sitting on the sofa in the lounge, she hadn't seen this person for a long time, probably more than 20 days!

The last time he left, he was unhappy, he didn't eat lunch, and the watch fell on the bathroom sink on the second floor, today's one is like the one when he eats a Taiwanese meal, although his face is very clean, but with a thick tiredness, a pair of black eyes have become anxious, he is anxious?

"......" Lin Rongrong was about to say something, but was intercepted.

"Let's go!" Fang Zhihe saw Lin Rongfu standing in front of him intact, and he also deliberately took the initiative to talk to him, and the haze in his heart suddenly dissipated.