Song Zhiyi listened to Jin Wenchen's words, and a touch of helplessness flashed in her eyes.

Gu Jinyan sat quietly next to Song Zhiyi, silent, but his eyes were extremely sad.

Song Zhiyi pursed her lips, glanced at his somewhat pale face, pursed her lips, and whispered.

"Watch out for your wounds tearing."

"It's going back and forth, and it's hard to get a follow-up rehabilitation."

When Gu Jinyan heard Song Zhiyi's gentle concern, the resentment in her heart was slightly reduced.

"This little injury won't kill me."

Song Zhiyi raised her eyebrows slightly and fell silent.

Psychiatric hospital.

The driver parked the car at the entrance of the psychiatric hospital.

The door of the mental hospital was closed, and Song Zhiyi's hand on one side couldn't help but clench slightly.

Gu Jinyan saw Song Zhiyi's nervousness, and immediately reached out to hold her hand to calm her emotions.

His generous and warm hands gave Song Zhiyi some sense of security inexplicably.

The doors of the psychiatric hospital opened.

Inside the yard, a black Maybach had long been parked inside, seeing their car coming in.

A man in a black suit stepped out of the back seat.

The driver stopped the car, Jin Wenchen was the first to get out of the car, and when he saw Qin Xicheng, he greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Qin, I have admired the name for a long time."

Qin Xicheng's expression was faint, and he stretched out his hand and shook Jin Wenchen slightly, his expression calm.

"Hello, Mr. Kim."

His voice was very light, and there was not much emotion in his whole body.

After Gu Jinyan got out of the car, he walked towards Gu Jinyan and reached out to pat Gu Jinyan's shoulder.

"I've already made all the arrangements, let's go inside."

Gu Jinyan bowed slightly, and reached out to pull Song Zhiyi when Song Zhiyi was about to get out of the car, her eyes were full of tenderness.

"I'm sorry for you."

He replied to Qin Xicheng in a faint voice.

Qin Xicheng raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything, but just glanced at Song Zhiyi's body meaningfully.

Song Zhiyi was very anxious to see Song Xuewei now, so after getting out of the car, she immediately set her eyes on Gu Jinyan and said in a low voice.

"Let's get in quickly."

Gu Jinyan nodded lightly, and then took Song Zhiyi into the inpatient building of the mental hospital.

Some psychopaths who have not yet slept hear movement and do not listen to the call.

Led by the staff.

Gu Jinyan and others came to the ward where Song Xuewei lived.

The iron door was locked from the outside.

They didn't have to go in to see Song Xuewei inside.

Song Xuewei sat on the ground with her hair scattered, holding a doll in her hand.

She gently ran the doll's back and was lulling the child to sleep.

Gu Junting's name was muttered in his mouth.

When Song Zhiyi saw this scene, her brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and her eyes were a little heavy.

"Song Xuewei."

"Someone is looking for you."

The staff knocked on the door and called Song Xuewei's name.

Song Xuewei was still unmoved.

She held the doll and coaxed the doll to sleep, "Junting, don't be afraid, there's a mother."

"Mommy won't let anyone snatch you away."

Seeing Song Xuewei like this, the staff said to Gu Jinyan with an embarrassed face.

"She's been in this condition all this time."

"Whoever talks to her, she doesn't care."

"She must miss her children very much."

Song Zhiyi's eyes paled, she looked at Song Xuewei indifferently, and spoke in a deep voice.

"It turns out that you also know that the separation of mother and child is very painful."