President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Leng Yan held back the tears in his eyes, and raised his hand towards Feng Yin's direction.

"You don't want me yet?" Leng Yan couldn't believe it, she couldn't help not looking at him.

Feng Yin shook his head, this is not a question of whether she wants it or not, but for the future of each other.

"Leng Yan, give me a year to adjust..."

This is Feng Yin's only request.

Since she came back, although she lost her temper a few times because of a bad mood, she rarely asked for it.

"This request...how do you want me to answer you?" At this moment, Leng Yan just wanted to hold her in his arms.

Feng Yin took a step back, and the next moment, he threw the dagger on the ground.

"I'm sorry, even if you can't accept it, I have to do it."

In front of Chen Xiuzhu, she couldn't say that she didn't dare to go back to the bedroom because she saw Leng Yan fighting with Chen Xiuzhu that night, and went to the study room to calm down for a long time before returning.

She could ignore the wounds on his face, but she couldn't ignore the wounds in their hearts.

When she was sad, she still couldn't help drilling into the closet, and she still couldn't face anyone.She is a patient, as long as the events of the past three years flash before her eyes, she will be more or less stimulated.

She should go where she should go.

"Wind Yin..."

"I am leaving."

It's not that I don't have no nostalgia, it's just that I have too much nostalgia and reluctance for him, so I can't continue to make mistakes.

Chen Xiuzhu looked at the back of Feng Yin leaving, his chest throbbed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

She didn't care how much pain he had in the past, but now, she has let go of Leng Yan, how could she care about herself.

But he still had his last hope, hoping that Feng Yin could look back at him.

It doesn't matter even if there is no emotion in this glance, it's just a glance... But he is destined to get nothing.

Feng Yin left, resolutely left, and went to the place she thought she should go.

Leng Yan followed her all the time, watching her step by step into the mental hospital, Leng Yan stood outside, heartbroken without a trace.

Chen Xiuzhu sat in a mess, anesthetized himself with alcohol until dawn.

Even now, he still doesn't want to let go, can't let go.

He has nothing but Feng Yin.

……

Feng Yin, is the picture of us together that year really unimportant to you?
……

One month later

Q City Qingyang Psychiatric Hospital

It has been a month since Feng Yin moved in. Because her condition is not serious, she doesn't need special nursing care. She chose a single room to live in, which is simple and quiet, and no one disturbs her.

In addition to taking medicine and receiving psychological counseling every day, the rest of the time is spent on drawing and designing.

After the design draft was finished, she passed it on to Cheng Fan, using a pseudonym: Listen.

And listen to the wind singing, the wind no longer sings.

During this period of time, Fengyin designed manuscripts in various styles.When she is in a good mood, she still draws design drafts for children's clothing. When she is in a bad mood, she draws designs of children's clothing, but she has a naughty feeling.

Because there is no one to disturb her here, she draws very quickly and the time passes quickly.A month seems to go by in just a week.

Feng Yin knew that he was here for treatment, and both Leng Yan and Chen Xiuzhu knew about it, but they didn't bother him.When she was hospitalized, she had a comprehensive examination. She was severely depressed and had suicidal tendencies at any time. The estimated time for full recovery is one to two years, which depends on the later reports.