“Miss Qin, welcome!”
As Qin Lang parked the car at the entrance, Mrs. Chen had already come out, her face full of joy and happiness.
After getting out of the car, Qin Lang gave Mrs. Chen a gentle hug.
“Auntie Chen, what do you need me to do?”
“Dr. Wang has already arrived. As for the specifics, just follow Dr. Wang’s arrangements! Yunxuan, I’m truly grateful that you could come.”
“I’m happy to do whatever little I can. It’s my duty.”
As they walked into the villa, a woman in a white doctor’s coat approached.
She was about thirty years old, with an oval face and delicate, willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows. She was very beautiful, but there was a hint of seriousness and solemnity between her brows.
“Dr. Wang, how is my son doing now?”
Mrs. Chen asked anxiously.
“Zhao Yunkong’s condition is not good. His depression is getting worse and worse. My words don’t seem to have any effect on him anymore; he simply won’t listen to me. Also… he is very guarded against me.”
“Then what should we do?”
“I just gave him some Escitalopram, so his mood is relatively stable for now.”
With that, Dr. Wang looked at Qin Yunxuan. “You must be Miss Qin Yunxuan, welcome! I’m Dr. Wang, Zhao Yunkong’s personal physician.”
“Hello, Dr. Wang,” Qin Lang said, shaking Dr. Wang’s hand. “Is there something specific you need me to do?”
“Sit down for a little while first. There are a few things I need to advise you about beforehand.”
With that, Dr. Wang and Qin Lang sat down on the sofa, while Mrs. Chen went to prepare some fruit and snacks.
“Miss Qin, how much do you know about depression?”
Qin Lang gave a wry smile. “To be honest, I don’t know much about depression. I just read some related materials yesterday. I know it’s a mental illness.”
“That’s correct. Depression is a mental illness. As the saying goes, ‘a troubled mind needs the right medicine.’ Although current medications can relieve the episodes of depression, it’s not a long-term solution.”
Qin Lang nodded slightly.
“I need Miss Qin’s help right now. Zhao Yunkong has had depression for two years now, but after two years of treatment, his condition has only gotten more serious. In the later stages, he even showed suicidal tendencies. Unfortunately, we still don’t know the root cause of his depression.”
Qin Lang’s eyes widened in disbelief.
A helpless look appeared on Dr. Wang’s face. “To be honest, this should be my job, but Zhao Yunkong is very guarded around outsiders and never opens up, so I’m at my wit’s end.”
“Have you tried hypnosis?”
“Honestly, yes, but the results were very poor. Whenever we touched on something deep inside Zhao Yunkong, he would wake up from the hypnosis, and become even more guarded against us.”
“Fortunately, though, he really likes you. He often stares blankly at your photos. He only calms down when he watches your shows. So… I hope you can cooperate with me to find out the root cause of Zhao Yunkong’s depression. That way, we can prescribe the right treatment and cure him completely.”
Qin Lang nodded. So that’s how it was.
If that’s the case, my help might be an essential part of treating Zhao Yunkong.
“Alright, tell me what you need me to do,” Qin Lang said generously.
Saving a life is a great virtue, so Qin Lang naturally wouldn’t hold back.
On the top floor of the villa, the door was firmly shut.
Inside, a man in his twenties was curled up in a corner. His eyes were vacant, his surroundings were a mess, and he looked utterly dejected.
Thump, thump, thump.
Suddenly, his ears perked up, listening to the sound of footsteps on the stairs outside.
“They’re coming, they’re coming again!” A flash of tension crossed Zhao Yunkong’s eyes.
There was a click as a key was inserted into the keyhole.
Zhao Yunkong grabbed a book beside him, ready to throw it.
But the door opened, and Qin Lang walked in.
His motion of preparing to throw the book halted.
He stared blankly at Qin Lang, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“It’s you? You came?”
Zhao Yunkong muttered to himself. The book fell from his hand, and his previously guarded expression was now filled with tenderness.
One step, two steps, three steps…
Zhao Yunkong walked towards Qin Lang. When he was two steps away, he stopped.
“You are not her.”
Suddenly, a trace of sadness appeared in Zhao Yunkong’s eyes.
“I am indeed not her.”
Although Qin Lang didn’t know what had happened to Zhao Yunkong, he decided to probe him first.
Zhao Yunkong’s expression dimmed. “You are Qin Yunxuan. You are not her, but you have the same beautiful eyes as her.”
Qin Lang frowned slightly. Zhao Yunkong didn’t seem as resistant to communication as Dr. Wang had described.
And he said it twice: “You are not her.” Who was that “her”?
Could she be the cause of Zhao Yunkong’s depression?
“Could you tell me about this ‘her’ in your heart?” Qin Lang asked slowly.
“Why should I tell you?”
“Of course, you don’t have to. But… are you really okay with that? Are you okay with that ‘her’ in your heart living only inside you? When you die, she will disappear from this world along with you.”
Hearing these words, Zhao Yunkong’s body trembled slightly, and a look of struggle appeared on his face.
“Zhao Yunkong, for over two years, you haven’t been able to forget her. That shows she has had a huge impact on you,” Qin Lang said, softening his voice, speaking low and deep. “After more than two years, some things need to be remembered, but some things also need to be let go. You might not know right now what should be let go and what should be remembered. So, tell me, okay?”
“I’m willing to help you. Let’s cherish the memory of that person in your heart together. How about that?”
Although Qin Lang didn’t know who this person Zhao Yunkong mentioned was, his intuition as a woman told him it was definitely a woman, and her relationship with Zhao Yunkong was no ordinary one.
If he could find out who this woman was, then the reason for Zhao Yunkong’s depression might become clear.
Zhao Yunkong was silent. After a long time, he finally spoke slowly: “You know what? She has the most captivating eyes in this world. She is also the purest and most adorable girl I have ever seen in my life. But why… why did such a kind and lovely girl have to suffer so much pain? Why is this world so unfair?”
“She doesn’t have a name. She likes being called Xiao Yun, because she likes clouds. She said she loves the freedom of clouds, but like clouds, she drifts without roots, without support, swaying with the wind…”
