They took a car to the hospital.
No one spoke along the way. Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning simply held Hu Yuying’s hand tightly.
The moment they saw Hu Yuying register Long Aotian for the psychiatric department,
Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning were stunned.
This floor wasn’t as noisy and crowded as the others.
Instead, it was eerily quiet.
Watching as Long Aotian walked into the examination room,
Hu Yuying’s legs gave way. All her strength had come from him.
Seeing him like that, she felt as if her world had collapsed.
But soon, Hu Yuying pulled herself together. It’s fine, she thought. Long Aotian was just under too much pressure lately. It’s fine—she could hold up the sky for him too, let him rest properly.
Only then did Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning dare to ask what had happened.
Hu Yuying softly recounted everything she had seen that day, especially how Long Aotian had stood on the second-floor balcony, his expression vacant and numb, as if all hope had been extinguished.
Hearing this, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning covered their mouths, their eyes filled with unspeakable shock.
“The weather was beautiful today—golden sunset, a gentle breeze—but in Long Aotian’s eyes, it was nothing but gloom and rain.”
“I thought enough time had passed, that he had moved on… but he hasn’t. He’s still trapped in the past…”
“He’s ill. Let’s not talk about him anymore. His heart is lost right now. The patience he’s shown us, we’ll return it to him now.”
Li Qingxue nodded firmly. “Yes, I promise I’ll never speak carelessly about Long Aotian again.”
If she had known, she would never have said those things.
Lin Wanning stared worriedly at the closed examination room door, silently praying for her brother.
This was her fault. All of it was her fault.
That officer had warned her, but she had never noticed.
She should have been the one to see it…
“Don’t cry. He wouldn’t want to see us like this.” Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue took Lin Wanning’s hands, comforting her gently.
“It’s my fault, all my fault. I was warned, but I never paid attention…”
But it wasn’t her fault. She had told them and Li Qingxue about it.
Yet she, the one who shared a bed with him, hadn’t noticed…
She should have been the first to see it.
…
He cooperated with the tests.
Following the doctor’s instructions, he described his state of mind at the time.
Combined with the test results and the doctor’s observations of Long Aotian’s emotional responses, a clear diagnosis was given.
“Moderate depression.”
But there were no obvious signs of suicidal ideation, emotional numbness, or loss of interest…
The doctor proposed two treatment options.
The first was medication, though it came with significant side effects, slow results, and a high relapse rate after stopping.
The second was psychotherapy—actively adjusting his mindset, exercising more to improve his mood.
Leaving the examination room,
Hu Yuying and the others rushed to Long Aotian’s side, their faces etched with guilt and tear stains.
Seeing this, Long Aotian smiled. “I told you it’s nothing. See? The doctor didn’t even prescribe meds. I’ve just been under too much pressure lately. I’ll be fine after some rest.”
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“What’s with you all? Don’t tell me you don’t even trust the doctor now?”
Stepping out of the hospital, Long Aotian’s mood visibly lightened. He had never liked hospitals—they always felt suffocating.
Now, outside, his body and mind relaxed.
But seeing the three of them still on high alert, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re all too tense. Relax. Why do you seem more nervous than me?”
“I feel like you’re not telling us the whole truth,” Hu Yuying murmured. The way he had looked earlier was terrifying, yet he brushed it off with a simple “it’s nothing.”
“Let’s go home.”
Back at home,
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.” Long Aotian yawned and retreated to his room.
“You two should rest too. I’ll keep watch,” Hu Yuying said softly.
“We can’t sleep. We’ll sit with you for a while.” Lin Wanning poured a glass of water and set it before Hu Yuying. “Sister, we have to believe in him.”
“Right. We have to have faith in Long Aotian.”
Hu Yuying nodded. She would always believe in him.
As the night deepened,
Hu Yuying urged the other two to rest before slipping into the bedroom herself.
“Sister still doesn’t seem okay,” Lin Wanning murmured.
She hadn’t witnessed that moment herself, couldn’t fully grasp what Hu Yuying had felt.
If it had been her, she might have been even more distraught.
Li Qingxue’s smile had long faded. To keep the mood from sinking further, she had forced herself to stay cheerful, hoping to bring even a sliver of happiness to Long Aotian and Hu Yuying.
“Long Aotian, this isn’t your fault. Don’t carry everything on your shoulders. Stop overthinking…”
Once emotions spiral into a dead end, the pain only grows. Trapped in that maze, it’s easy to drown in self-doubt.
“Think of the happy times we’ve shared. From now on, I’ll listen to you. Whatever you want, Long Aotian, it’s yours.”
Long Aotian’s eyelids trembled slightly.
The psychological scars left by Shen Mengjie’s departure had never truly healed.
He had never dared to face them, burying them deep inside.
But everyone has a breaking point—like a balloon stretched to its limit, the slightest prick can make it burst.
Long Aotian knew this. He understood. Yet sometimes, he couldn’t control himself.
He feared worrying those who cared about him, feared burdening them.
So he pretended everything was fine, forcing smiles day after day.
But at night, in the silence, the happiness vanished.
He grew afraid of the quiet, yet craved solitude.
This emotional split felt like tearing himself in two.
“Long Aotian, I know you’re awake.”
“You can hear everything I’m saying.”
“You need to let it out. I just want you to be happy again.”
That night, Hu Yuying was assertive—more so than ever before.
Every trick she’d ever seen, every move she knew (or didn’t), she was willing to try for him.
There’s only one way a woman can truly bring a man joy.
Simple. Direct.
Suppressing overwhelming emotions, Hu Yuying clenched her fists tightly, restraining the cries threatening to escape, and whispered into Long Aotian’s ear, "Let’s be the villains... Let’s cast aside this so-called sense of morality..."
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