Fang Yihe glanced at An Qing, stood up slowly, and looked at An Jingchen's subconscious dependence, he instantly clenched his fists, and violent anger rose in his heart but he was pressed hard.

"Take care of her."

Yin Yixi took a step behind and heard Fang Yihe say this, he stopped and turned his head to look at the man standing not far away.

"You deserve psychotherapy."

Fang Yihe shrugged with a smile, noncommittal, and coughed weakly twice.

An Qing looked at the passing scenery outside, and turned his head to look at Qin Xiaoxian in confusion.

"It's not the way to the hospital."

"She's just tired and doesn't need to go to the hospital."

An Qing opened his mouth to say something, but as if he suddenly understood something, he glanced at An Jingchen beside him.

She forgot that An An always had more thoughts than ordinary people.

Pickup put his head on An Jingchen's knees, made a snoring and worried sound, and kept licking her hands, An Jingchen lowered her eyelashes, and finally smiled gently on her lips, which was a peace of mind that gradually calmed down.

Qin Xiaoxian drove the car back to his house all the way, An Qing and Yin Yixi were still strange, he had already taken An Jingchen down and went upstairs.

"Hey, this person hasn't married our child yet, so arrogant."

An Qing stood on the side of the car and pinched his waist, looking dissatisfied.

"Alright, hurry up."

Qin Xiaoxian carried the person to the room, and immediately got up and went to the kitchen.

An Qing touched An Jingchen's face distressedly.

"An An, cry if you want to, my aunt is here."

Rather than being silent, she would rather see her cry, even if she cried without saying a word when she first saw her, but when she saw her like that, she hoped that she could cry well, at least then they would know how to comfort her

Now An Jingchen is like this, like when they first found out that she was depressed.

Closed himself into a ball, his perception of everything in the outside world became dull, and he couldn't even say a sentence completely later, and those days were really too hard, and I really didn't want to go through it again.

An Jingchen moved her lips, but she didn't say anything, just shook her head slightly, Qin Xiaoxian came in with warm milk and held An Jingchen's hand and put the milk cup into her hand.

An Jingchen was like a doll who had been instructed, and drank milk obediently.

"Let's get some sleep, okay?"

Qin Xiaoxian squatted beside the bed, using the softest voice in his life.

This kind of An Jingchen is too distressing, the meridians in a certain part of Qin Xiaoxian's heart are pulled by forces from all sides, and the inexpressible feeling of suffocation makes people irritable and powerless.

An Jingchen nodded, slowly slid into the quilt, and then obediently closed her eyes, Yin Yixi kept frowning, feeling a little apprehensive.

Only pickups were left in the house, and the three of them left the room and looked at each other, none of them having a relaxed look on their faces.

If An Jingchen made a big fuss, even if she smashed everything, at least they knew that she had vented, but now that she was so obedient, they didn't know how to make her feel more comfortable, for fear that which words and actions would give her already fragile nerves a hard blow.

"An An, things are back to the beginning, maybe all the treatment has to start from scratch."

Yin Yixi honestly talked about her worries, when she met An Jingchen, there was no harm to her, but at that time, An Jingchen's depression was already very serious, but everyone didn't find out, she also went to their school lecture to meet An Jingchen.