At this moment, Wang Chuchu is in a luxurious villa.

The owner of this villa is none other than Choi Junjin.

"Junjin, how are you feeling?"

Wang Chuchu was wearing an apron and carefully holding a bowl of porridge.

When I came to Cui Junzhen's room, I knocked lightly on the door a few times before entering.

The man on the bed was pale and weak.

"Well, put it down."

Cui Junzhen's voice was weak, obviously the two of them were in the same room, and the distance was very close, but it sounded like it was coming from a very distant place, as if there was nothing.

She put the porridge down and glanced at the pills on the table, feeling very uncomfortable.

Choi Jun-jin: He has a mood disorder.

The night before yesterday, she was watching a TV series and suddenly received a call from him.

On the phone, his voice was very unfamiliar, and he only said to her: "Chu Chu, can you come to me now?"

Hearing that something was wrong with him, she immediately grabbed her coat and ran out.

According to the positioning he posted, when he entered the house, Wang Chuchu was almost scared to death by everything in front of him.

In addition to a sofa in the living room, the floor was full of beer bottles, newspapers, and magazines.

Choi Jun-jin was wearing only pajamas and lying on the floor.

No matter how she called him, there was no response.

Wang Chuchu was scared and cried, and when he was about to call the police, he saw Cui Junzhen holding a piece of paper in his hand.

It reads: Don't be afraid, don't call the police, don't notify anyone, just move me to bed.

She wiped away her tears, and with great difficulty, moved him to the couch next to her, ran into the room again, took out the pillow and quilt, and covered him.

Then, after searching in the room for more than half an hour, I found the tools for hygiene, cleaned up the beer bottles, ashtrays, newspapers and magazines, and dragged them down to the ground again.

The next day, Choi Junjin finally came to his senses.

Seeing Wang Chuchu, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the trouble, can you not leave."

After saying this, he fell back into sleep.

He slept and woke up like this, and it wasn't until this morning that his condition stabilized.

Then, Choi Junjin told her that he was emotionally ill.

Cui Junzhen: "I'm sorry, Chu Chu."

"Don't talk yet, you drink the porridge first."

She sat on the edge of the bed and carefully spooned him porridge.

"Chu Chu, I apologize to you because I was hurting you twice."

"The first time, I asked you to help me film, but I didn't expect that I was betrayed by my agent Ah May, hid it from me, leaked the tape in advance, and bought a water army online, bringing rhythm, and it affected you, I'm sorry, I've heard about the rest of the story, I'm really sorry."

"The second time, this time, I disturbed you in the middle of the night."

Wang Chuchu: "It's okay, I don't care, don't mention the past, the most important thing for you now is to have a good rest, don't think about anything, don't care about anything, just have a good rest, you know?"

She helped him cover the quilt, drew the curtains, and gently exited the room.

When he arrived in the living room, Wang Chuchu couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt.

The star industry is the farthest away from ordinary people, and in the eyes of outsiders, it is glamorous and beautiful, and countless people like it.

Just like Choi Junzhen, he is charismatic, confident and charming on the stage, leaving aside his own talent, even among ordinary people, he is destined to be an existence that cannot be ignored.

But with such a he, who would have thought that he was emotionally ill.

People with emotional illness, when they are not sick, are no different from ordinary people, but once they get sick, it is very scary.

Just like him.

Wang Chuchu sighed, and once again went to the living room, the room, and even the curtains in the bathroom.

She had to make sure that she couldn't take pictures from the outside, so she could feel at ease.

He has an emotional illness, and he can't let others know, otherwise, those media won't know how to add fuel and vinegar to write articles.