The night was as thick as ink, and Yan Mu'an curled up on the bed, staring blankly into the darkness with his empty eyes. His hands unconsciously clenched the quilt, his fingertips turned white, his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't sleep all night. Is this the first time you can't sleep? She couldn't remember clearly either. She didn't dare to take medicine or tell her father that she hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
"Ji Lin, have you received the letter I sent you?" Yan Mu'an murmured, packing up the last letter and her ticket to Jinghai for a few years of college, she decided to dust off the memory of him and return this letter to him. In fact, after learning that he studied psychology for his deceased girlfriend, she should let it go. Everything was just her wishful thinking.
"I'm sorry, uncle and aunt, it's all my fault..." Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, and every breath brought a dull pain, and even breathing was extremely difficult. It was all because of her that Yu Yue left his hometown and disappeared without a trace.
Outside the ICU door, the pale light made her figure huddled in the corner elongated. Her eyes were fixed on the closed door, and her tears burst into tears. At this moment, Yan Muan clearly knew that she had fallen in love with the person in the operating room. Unfortunately, it was too late.
There was water mixed with blood in the bathtub, and the person inside was already unconscious.
Purpose: Call on readers to be tolerant towards patients with depression
