Dr. Jin took the photo and looked at it. The girl in the photo was very beautiful, with a bright smile, like a little sun.

“His emotions are currently like a stagnant pool, completely calm. Perhaps we could try this method.”

In a study on the second floor of the villa, Song Yunzheng was sitting on the balcony covered with green plants, resting with his eyes closed. There was an unfinished book on the table next to him.

Zhuang Yucheng pushed the door open and stood ramrod straight to the side. "How are you feeling today?"

The sudden sound startled Song Yunzheng for a moment, then he turned around, his face expressionless. "It's alright."

Zhuang Yucheng turned his head slightly and glanced at the sky outside the window. It was gloomy and looked like it was about to rain again.

"Your wife... went to Shanghai to look for you."

Song Yunzheng's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart pierced with pain, and his previously calm expression instantly turned into one of panic.

"Is she alone?" The voice was filled with unconcealed worry.

"Yes, one person."

"Call Yunxi and tell her to keep an eye on her!"

"She'll find out you're here sooner or later." Zhuang Yucheng handed him his phone.

"She sends you a lot of messages every day, do you want to take a look?"

Song Yunzheng gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his eyes were filled with painful struggle.

Before he could answer, Zhuang Yucheng placed his phone on the table. "I suggest you take a look. If you can, call her back. Only when she's at ease can you focus on your treatment."

After saying that, he gently patted Song Yunzheng's shoulder, clearly noticing that his body was trembling, then pushed open the door and left the space to him.

Silence spread like dead ashes. After a long while, Song Yunzheng slowly got up, turned off the room lights, leaving only a dim floor lamp.

He stood quietly in front of the desk lamp, his tall shadow cast on the wall, as if abandoned by the world, his loneliness conveying an endless sense of desolation.

His arm hung limply at his side, his fist clenched tightly, his gaze fixed on the phone, and his jaw muscles ached but he didn't loosen his teeth.

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