"I'm giving him psychotherapy."
Mu Ning asked, "How should psychotherapy be done?"
Cheng Shiyu smiled helplessly, "You should know that Mr. Gu is a very drunkard. I was going to confiscate his wine. During the fight, I knocked over the wine glass, and then took a shower in his room."
This was the first time Gu Zhiyin allowed her to use his bathroom.
It didn't take much thinking to guess that he was deliberately angry with Mu Ning.
"Miss Mu, actually, Mr. Gu often secretly looks at you after you came here."
"He must have seen everything that happened between you and Xia Xia in the courtyard, so don't worry, he didn't misunderstand that you pushed Xia Xia."
"It's just that I didn't expect that the child's fall would stimulate him to get sick. He has been holding back in front of you and asked me to go to his room for psychological intervention."
In the few days since Mu Ning arrived, Cheng Shiyu had noticed that Gu Zhiyin's mood was gradually unstable, so Xia Xia knocked her head off just to stimulate him.
After the misunderstanding was resolved, Mu Ning did not feel relieved, but felt even more blocked!
Divorce, children... everything that happened two years ago caused him to suffer from severe depression.
All because of her.
I don’t know how he survived the past two years.
Mu Ning was in a state of confusion and asked in a voiceless voice, "Where is he now?"
"After you left, he locked himself in the room. I was afraid that he would have thoughts of committing suicide, so I asked someone to pick the lock."
"I added sleeping pills to his water and he was still sleeping."
Mu Ning put down the tea cup, "I'll go up and see him."
…
The room was very dark, with only a night light shining faintly on the bedside.
The man fell asleep peacefully. Mu Ning walked to the bed and sat down, looking at his face through the dim light.
After two years of not seeing each other, he doesn't seem to have changed much.
The eyebrows are deeper than before, the cheeks are thinner and more angular, and the body looks much thinner.
His whole body was sickly pale.
Mu Ning couldn't help but stretched out her hand, touched his brow bone, pushed aside his soft forehead hair, and saw a few white hairs on his temples.
Mu Ning's fingertips trembled, and his heart felt as if a sharp weapon had been scratched. He didn't know how distressed he was.
I have known him for almost sixteen years, and I can actually see a trace of aging on him.
Mu Ning had to admit that he was being worn away by the years, but he didn't taste much happy time.
What accompanied him was more loneliness and pain.
At two o'clock in the morning, Gu Zhiyin woke up.
Cheng Shiyu administered the drug at a relatively large dose, originally intending to let him sleep until dawn, but he woke up midway and was still not fully conscious.
In the dim light, he saw Mu Ning sitting on the chair.
Thinking it was a dream, I couldn't help shouting hoarsely, "Ning Ning."
Mu Ning closed her eyes but did not fall asleep. When she heard his voice, she immediately opened her eyes and saw him tilting his head and looking at her tiredly. His pale hands were placed outside the quilt, and his fingertips were slightly raised towards her.
Mu Ning hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to hold it.
He raised his heavy eyelids and said hoarsely, "Is Ning Ning back?"
Mu Ning sat by the bed, "Well, I'm back."
He looked at her for a while longer, closed his eyes, and said with a slightly hoarse voice, "I believe it if it's fake."
"Let's stay in the dream a little longer this time."
He used his fingers to wrap Mu Ning's little hand in his palm, and then placed it on his heart.
Mu Ning's nose felt sore and she almost shed tears.
She didn't dare to make a sound and watched him fall asleep with steady breathing.
As if he was afraid that she would run away, he held her little hand tightly.
Mu Ning felt the warmth in his palm, and felt extremely sour in her heart. She leaned down and lay gently in his arms, close to his rising and falling chest, listening to the dull and powerful heartbeat, and allowed her tears to flow freely.
The next morning, the sun shines through the curtains, letting in some glimmer of light.
When Gu Zhiyin woke up, he found his arms empty and immediately sat up.
The curtains were fluttering in the room, and there was no trace of her presence.
He was in a daze for a moment, and pulled his lips in a self-deprecating tone. Sure enough, he was dreaming again.
He lay back down with despair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Every time I wake up from a dream, I subconsciously look for her, like a fool, always feeling that she is back.
Although I am used to expectations and disappointments later, why does my heart still hurt so much?
He reached out and touched his left chest. There was a wound there. Two years later, it still hurt.
The door to the room suddenly made a soft noise, and someone came in.
Gu Zhiyin ignored it and closed his eyes.
It won’t be her anyway…
"Wake up, I'll bring you breakfast."
Gu Zhiyin suddenly opened his eyes.
The curtains were opened, and a dazzling glare poured in.
He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and a delicate figure appeared in front of him.
"Get up quickly."
Gu Zhiyin was in a trance for a while. Every morning before, she would softly shout "get up", then grab his hand and drag him up from the bed.
Mu Ning put breakfast on the bedside table, blocking the bright light in front of his eyes, "Why are you so dazed?"
After the light disappeared, Gu Zhiyin's thoughts returned instantly, he immediately woke up, stared at Mu Ning's face, and said coldly, "Didn't you leave? Why did you come back?"
Mu Ning raised his eyebrows. Did he forget to hold her hand in the middle of the night last night?
This sleeping pill is so strong, it's like being drunk. When you wake up, you don't know what you did?
Maybe he remembered and deliberately pretended not to remember.
But his reaction was also what she expected.
Mu Ning stood beside the bed, pouting condescendingly, "Didn't you ask me to come back?"
Gu Zhiyin was stunned, with a sneer on his lips, "What are you imagining?"
"..." Mu Ning choked.
That prayer sign in the temple was written by the ghost?
Mu Ning felt that if he exposed him, he would definitely explode on the spot, so he simply kept his mouth shut.
Gu Zhiyin sat up, lying on the bedside, reaching for a cigarette out of habit.
Mu Ning was so familiar with him that she knew what he wanted to do as soon as he saw his movements.
She directly stopped him with her body, "Eat breakfast and take medicine."
Gu Zhiyin looked up at her, his cold eyes turning teasing, "Do you care about me?"
"I don't want to take care of you. The main reason is that you have relapsed. No matter what, I have to be responsible for you."
Gu Zhiyin gradually frowned and stared at her with a fierce look.
Why does she know this? Could it be...
Mu Ning coughed, "Dr. Cheng told me that yesterday you..."
"Mu Ning!"
Gu Zhiyin interrupted sharply, his pale face drained of color.
She knew it all.
She knew everything about how he had spent the past two years.
Gu Zhiyin gritted his teeth, looked away in embarrassment, closed his eyes and said coldly, "I don't need your pity."
"Oh, I don't pity you. You live such a good life. You have a woman and a daughter to accompany you. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. You can fish leisurely and play with flowers and plants all day long. I can't even envy you."
Gu Zhiyin was shaking with anger.
