Two days later, Feng Yaoqing came to see her after get off work, and Feng Yi and Mu Yiyao also came together.

After asking about Rong Lingyu's situation, Feng Yihe and Mu Yiyao went out to chat.

Feng Yaoqing leaned over and kissed her forehead, his voice gentle, "Girlfriend, I'm off work, when will you get enough sleep?"

Her eyelashes moved, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Feng Yaoqing's eyes were filled with excitement, and he helped her up, "Are you feeling unwell?"

She looked a little dazed, with tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

She looked at the man who was looking at her tenderly and stretched out her hand to him, "Hold me."

He held her in his arms and gently wiped the tears from her face.

She stared at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently.

She said nothing, still staring at him.

During the days when she couldn't wake up, she was fighting with herself.

At the beginning, the other side of her showed indifference and scrutiny towards him because she didn't know him well enough.

Even though I know he can be trusted, deep down I still feel a little distrustful and uncertain about him.

That was the defense and vigilance deep in her heart.

Later, her attitude towards him softened and she told him "I like you", which meant that she accepted him completely and relied on him wholeheartedly.

Deep down, she believes that only she can protect herself.

The other her is the armor she created for herself, the weapon she uses to protect herself.

She secretly thought that she was the stronger one and could protect the weaker one.

Later, the self wearing the armor also realized that she couldn't live with mental defects for the rest of her life. She wanted to be a healthy person, so she wanted to merge. This was also another way for her to protect herself.

When she refused to merge before, she really thought it was interesting that she had two spiritual bodies, and it was also true that the weaker self admired the stronger self.

But the strong self does not have the tolerance that the weak self has. She almost forgets that there are people in the world who love her. The weak self does not have the courage that the strong self has. She thinks forgetting can solve the problem.

She was very upset and regretful, upset and regretful about why she couldn't save her mother earlier.

When her mind was immature, she differentiated into a secondary spirit to protect herself. When she grew up, she understood that whether she was escaping or active, it was still herself.

Rong Lingyu kissed his lips, "You are beautiful, I like you."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Feng Yaoqing's eyes were gentle and he poured her a glass of water.

She took two sips and looked up at him again.

"The more I learn, the more I realize that the differentiation and integration of spiritual power is a process of self-healing and growth."

“I look at the world with two different attitudes, and I find that the world is both lovable and hateful, and I can see the essence of the world more clearly.”

"Finally I realized that if I don't like something, I should change it, preserve the good things, overthrow the unjust things, and then love this world rationally."

"Nothing is perfect, except you. You are perfect in my heart."

"I used to think that only a cold appearance was powerful. After meeting you, I realized that gentleness is also powerful."

He used his tenderness to give warmth to the lonely and fragile her little by little, and took care of all her emotions. From then on, she was sure that he was the one.

No one could make her feel happy just by looking at him like he did.

Feng Yaoqing kissed her forehead, "I have always understood that even if you behave differently, you are still you."

He never treated her as two people or with two attitudes. She was who she was, no matter what she was like.

"As you said, people are inherently contradictory, and so am I."

"I am also cold and indifferent. I am really not gentle to other people, but to you, I will give you everything I have."

"I am a contradictory person, loving you who is contradictory."

"There is no perfect existence in the world. Imperfections are also perfection, so you are perfect in my heart too."

She hugged his waist, buried her head in his arms and took a deep breath, "Boyfriend, I love you so much."