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Qin Chengyong followed closely behind and shouted at the door: "Tilt …"

Xue Yuzhu turned around and saw his face full of worry. Her brows were tightly knitted and she felt extremely uneasy. She had never seen so many expressions on his face. She stared blankly for a few seconds before turning around.

He took a few steps forward and reached out to hug him. The bracelet lightly patted his back and tiptoed. He whispered in his ear, "Don't worry."

"I want to go with you."

Xue Yuzhu's heart froze.

He said I thought, not I, and he was beginning to understand that he couldn't interfere much with her, but he would always stand behind her, in a direction she could see when she needed it.

"Go back and rest first, or go to the restaurant and help me make some food. I'll be back soon." Afraid that he would not be willing, he added another sentence.

"I want you to be my strong shield, giving me shoulders and back, not charging in and showing yourself for me."

To be honest, aside from thinking about how he was going to settle his own business, Xue Yuzhu also didn't want to give him any unnecessary trouble. If he accompanied her to a public place, it would definitely cause a commotion.

If she could, she wanted to hide him and never let anyone covet him.

Suddenly, the words "for life" flashed through his mind.

She let go of him slightly, lifted her head, kissed him on the corner of his mouth, and turned away.

He had just turned around when his wrist tightened and was pulled back.

Qin Chengyong did not say a word. He fixed her hair and put on her mask, "Come back soon."

The deep and powerful voice was like a tranquil pill, and the unease in Xue Yuzhu's heart gradually subsided.

He had already walked far away from her and stood at his original spot. He looked at her tall and delicate back and resisted the urge to rush forward to hug her. Until the person in front of him disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Around eight in the morning, Xue Yuzhu and An Yan rushed to the brokerage company.

The moment they reached the door, both of them were startled.

The large posters of Xue Yuzhu and the promotional pages of the other artists were hanging on the walls and billboards of the company's main entrance. For some reason, they had now turned into ink-splashing graffiti.

"Xue Yuzhu, the murderer!" These few people were extremely eye-catching. Her large poster had already been splashed by red ink to the point where it was unrecognizable. Even the promotional pages of the surrounding artists were not spared.

From afar, the red paint brush looked like a field of blood-red stains, striking and bloody.

With Xue Yuzhu's appearance at the company's entrance, who knew where the reporters got the news, everyone carried their cameras and hurried to the entrance.

When An Yan returned to look at the scene, it was simply as spectacular as the scene of a charge on a battlefield. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she was so frightened that she hurriedly pushed Xue Yu and Bamboo into the gate.

The moment the glass door closed, the sounds outside that sounded like they were asking for death instantly froze.

An Yan didn't give up and looked through the glass door. A dozen reporters were rushing towards the door. If the screen slowed down, it would be a creepy image of a zombie.

"..."

After Qin, Xue Yuzhu, and the hospital had left, Qin Chengyong was about to go back, but he was stopped by Xue Zeyu. At this moment, the two were sitting facing each other.

"Why are you looking for me?" The only thought in Qin Chengyong's heart was to cook something delicious for Xue Yuzhu. He immediately went straight to the point and went straight to the point.

As if he hadn't noticed, Xue Zeyu lowered his head to brew the tea. He slowly took a pinch of tea and poured it into boiling water. He then quietly watched as wisps of white mist rose from the cup.

In the bottom of the cup, a leaf of green tea bloomed in the water, spreading and floating lightly.

Looking at the endless mist, Qin Chengyong leaned back in his chair and lowered his eyes.

He had a faint feeling that the reason why Xue Zeyu was looking for him was definitely related to Xue Yuzhu, but this person liked to pretend to be deep. Qin Chengyong had no other choice, so he could only wait for him to take the initiative to speak.

Xue Zeyu brewed another cup of tea and the sprout leaves slowly sank to the bottom of the cup. They gradually surfaced and drifted along the water flow.

After three sinks and three floats, the tea leaves slightly rolled up, just like little creases that were being pinched.

When Xue Zeyu heard the words of the person sitting opposite him, he did not stop his actions. It was as if he did not know that there was someone sitting opposite him.

The pot holder was as light as a thin piece of paper between his rough fingers. The middle finger of his left hand was placed on the pot button, and the water was flowing down leisurely. His wrist was driving his fingers, as if tracing an exquisite brush drawing, bit by bit, a line was drawn from the bottom of his heart.

Xue Zeyu's arm slightly lifted as he slowly poured hot tea into the mahogany cup in front of Qin Chengyong and poured another cup for himself.

After putting down the teapot, Xue Ze Yu picked up the steaming cup of tea in front of him and took a sip. He squinted his eyes and waited for the aroma of the tea to arrive before slowly saying, "I heard that you also like drinking tea?"

Qin Chengyong raised his eyes and looked at him, but did not say a word.

He understood Xue Zeyu. For a while, in order to get a deeper understanding of manic-depressive illness, he had come here to consult Dr. Xue several times. Over time, the two of them had become more and more familiar with each other.

Normally, he was straightforward and straightforward, but today, he had actually made a huge detour and had yet to get into the conversation. It was truly strange.

Qin Chengyong didn't say anything, but Xue Zeyu continued to brew the tea for himself. He poured the teapot that had yet to be filled into the teapot and started boiling the water, heating the cup, making the tea, and maintaining the water …

"This little girl, Xue Yuzhu, I have known her for nearly four years." He stared at the kettle, waiting for the water to boil. His eyes never left the teapot, but he continued to mutter under his breath,

"The first time I met her, she was very sad. It was the kind of sadness without tears. I looked at her a few times and knew that she was depressed. She was wearing a mask when she came, and she was very well-dressed. I only found out later that she was a star. At that time, she had a strong smell of cigarette smoke and said that she wanted to smoke …"

While he was speaking, Qin Chengyong quietly listened without saying a word.

When he heard this, his heart felt as if it had been grabbed by someone. His heart abruptly constricted, and nervousness and fear still filled his mind.

Smoke...

How hard it must have been for her to touch the nicotine.

His hands, which had been casually resting on his lap, began to tremble. His legs were stiff and motionless as he listened quietly.

"After that, she came more and more often, perhaps three or four times a week. I had a deeper impression of her, and gradually, she started to become dependent on me, a psychiatrist."

Xue Zeyu had no children with his lover and had never been in a relationship with him. He was almost fifty years old and still wanted to devote all his energy to his career.

She had fallen in love with Xue Yuzhu from the moment she took the initiative to talk about her own family matters. From then on, Xue Zeyu viewed her as his child, whether it was feeling sorry for him or feeling pity for her.

In his office, there were many patients coming and going every day, but the one he was most concerned about was still Xue Yuzhu. At that time, seeing her mood get worse every day, he began to prepare to find out …

As he spoke, he couldn't stop the movements of his hands. Boiling water, scalding cup, brewing tea, continuing water … Qin Chengyong just watched him do this again and again.