He recognized it as the pill box she had taken out downstairs in his apartment.

The words on the pill box were very long, not the afterthought medicine he thought.

Han Zhihui didn't know much about medicine, he didn't particularly know the name on the medicine box and what it treated.

He thought that she had been unwell recently, so he picked up the pill box and looked at the simple instructions printed on the back.

It was only when he scanned the line of use that he found the point: depression.

This is...... Antidepressant drugs?

Han Zhihui's brain went blank for an instant, he stared at the words on the medicine box, and looked at it unconsciously for a long time before he slowly raised his head and looked at Cheng Weiwan, who was lying on the bed and asleep.

She...... Is it depression and taking medication all the time?

How long has it been? Mild depressive disorder, or major depressive disorder?

Han Zhihui pinched the fingertips of the medicine box, and with these thoughts, flashed through his brain, and he couldn't help but slowly increase his strength.

No wonder, when he saw her recently, she would stare at one place from time to time, as if she had no soul, and would not return to her senses for a long time.

He thought she was thinking about something, but now it seems that she was in a daze instead of what he thought......

He remembered that she was also quiet before, but it was that quiet quiet, but now her quiet tends to be more lifeless.

He thought that she had given birth to a child and her personality had changed somewhat, but he didn't expect it to be depression......

"Hanhan...... Han Han ...... "In the silent ward, a very slight sound suddenly came.

Han Zhi returned to his senses, looked fixedly, and saw tears flowing out of the corners of Cheng Weiwan's eyes.

"Hanhan...... Hanhan ......" her mouth tossed and turned, muttering only these two words.

Her tears flowed more and more, and at the end, she was unconscious, and she cried very quietly.

"Hanhan, you can't leave your mother behind...... Han Han ...... "She cried for a while, and suddenly read the words in pieces.

“…… Hanhan, you can't leave your mother, they all left your mother...... You can't leave your mom behind...... Hanhan ...... Mom, you're the only one......"

Speaking of this, she was probably so sad that she wanted to cry bitterly, but even in a coma dream, she still couldn't cry wantonly.

Han Zhi looked back at Cheng Weiwan, who was depressed and struggling, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, he couldn't go up or down, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't know how long it had been, but by the time he recovered from the pain, she had quieted down, her eyelashes were wet, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

The liquid in the infusion bottle has bottomed out.

Han Zhihui swallowed a mouthful of saliva, put the pill box back into Cheng Wei's bag, and then leaned over and pressed the call bell on the bedside table.

The nurse quickly rushed over and helped Cheng Weiwan remove the needle.

After the nurse left, Han Zhihui stood by the bedside for a while, then turned around and walked out of the ward and left the hospital.

It was late at night, Han Zhihui stood on the side of the road, lit a cigarette, made a few phone calls from friends who had just woken up from being harassed by himself, and after hanging up, he lit another cigarette, and when he was halfway through the cigarette, he extinguished the cigarette butt, got into the car, and went home.

The next day, early in the morning, Han Zhihui got up.

The housekeeper prepared breakfast, saw him go downstairs, and immediately helped him pull out the dining chair.

After sitting down, Han Zhihui reached out and took a bowl of porridge handed over by the housekeeper, drank two sips, and stopped as if he remembered something.