Chapter 228 She was trapped on the day he died

The crowds were bustling.

After hearing Shi Yin's words, the three people here felt as if they were in an ice cellar.

Especially Lu Cheng.

His already haggard and weathered face suddenly showed a hint of anxiety.

During the time he went to Dubai to deal with Han Zhan's funeral, Meng Xi had been following Shi Yin and communicating with him about Shi Yin's situation every day. He said that Shi Yin was doing fine, eating three meals on time, and his behavior habits remained the same.

There is no great sorrow or pain.

He didn't even show any sadness.

Everyone who met her said that she was not that fragile. Perhaps the moment she received a call from the staff of the Chinese Embassy in Dubai about Han Zhan's death, she stopped herself in that night.

Circling in place.

Never got out of it.

If it were in the past, Lu Chengding would impulsively question Meng Xi why he didn't take good care of her, and would also judge the servants of Beishan Villa for not guarding her and letting her run around in her poor mental state.

After this experience, Lu Cheng has matured a lot.

Learned to look at everything calmly.

Solve the problem properly.

Anan and Abei were rigid individuals, capable of unconditional obedience. Knowing they were frantically searching the city for Shiyin, they followed her around, accompanying her for five or six hours at Beijing Capital International Airport while she waited for "Han Zhan, who couldn't return." They then accompanied her to the fireworks market in the north of the city, and then to the supermarket she and Han Zhan had visited before.

Fortunately, Shi Yin is a good girl.

The mind is in chaos.

Mental disorder.

But she still remembered to report to Uncle Han that she was safe, telling him that she didn't pick anyone up and went to the supermarket to buy New Year's goods.

Lu Cheng didn't blame Meng Xi, the servants at Beishan Villa, or Anan and Abei. The first thing he did was to make a phone call and tell the person on the other end, "Tell the best psychiatrist under the Lu family to return to the capital and arrive at Beishan Villa before tomorrow morning."

He glanced again at Shi Yin in the crowd in the distance.

Anan and Bei are here.

She will not be in danger.

Lu Cheng tilted his head and said to Meng Xi, "The driver is outside the supermarket and will take you back later. You've been working hard all day, have a good rest. I'm going to Shine Building, feel free to contact me if you have anything."

Meng Xi nodded.

Meng Xi stared at the man's back, slightly hunched due to fatigue but still held firm by responsibility and guilt, for a long time before looking away. She didn't immediately ask the driver to take her home, but quietly followed Shi Yin.

Watching Shi Yin shopping.

She bought two new pairs of couple's slippers.

Two new ceramic mugs.

Standing in front of the locker filled with all kinds of flour, he carefully selected a bag of high-quality corn flour and looked up to ask Ah Bei: "I used fish gelatin powder to make snow cakes before. How about changing to corn flour this time? Will Ah Zhan like the new taste?"

"Yes, ma'am."

“Then buy this.”

Anan quickly took the items she was holding and put them into the half-full shopping cart. While shopping for whipped cream in the refrigerated section, Shi Yin held one on each side for comparison. Turning around, she saw Meng Xi standing half a meter away.

The two looked at each other.

Meng Xi felt a little guilty.

She looked around bewilderedly, trying to find some excuse for their chance encounter. Just as she pursed her lips and searched for an excuse, Shi Yin raised her eyebrows and called out to her with a gentle smile, "Meng Xi, are you also here at the supermarket to buy New Year's goods?"

"...Yes, Second Miss."

"There seems to be a large Sam's Club near the private hospital where Uncle Meng lives. Why did you go all the way here to shop? It's snowing so heavily outside, it's not safe to drive alone."

"I heard there's a sale here, so I came to take a look."

"oh."

Shi Yin nodded.

No doubt.

Meng Xi took two steps forward, came to her side, lowered his eyes to look at the whipped cream in her hand and said: "Second Miss, are you planning to make snow cake today and tomorrow?"

"Well, A Zhan is coming back soon. I'll make his favorite cakes and wait for him."

Meng Xi said nothing.

My heart felt inexplicably tight.

There is a little pain.

She eased the discomfort in her heart and continued with her usual tone, "Mr. Han...when will you be back?"

Hearing this.

Shi Yin paused for a few seconds.

As if thinking about her question.

After a pause, Shi Yin handed the bottle of Anchor whipped cream in her hand to Abei, and then replied to Meng Xi with a smile: "It should be in the next few days. Azhan will be back after he finishes his business in Germany. I also promised to pick him up at the airport."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, he never breaks his promise to me."

She said this firmly.

Han Zhan must have demonstrated this many times through his actions over the years, which gave Shi Yin the confidence to speak so freely. It was precisely because of this that Meng Xi felt particularly distressed.

The reason why humans have become the most advanced creatures.

Perhaps it is because humans have empathy and compassion that other animals and plants do not have.

It was Shi Yin who was clearly trapped in the pain of "losing a loved one forever," but Meng Xi, as a bystander, felt even more heartbroken. It was like the damp, drizzly feeling after the rain; the pain wasn't intense, but it clung to him, making him unable to break free.

…

The next day.

Lu's psychiatric medical team arrived in Beijing.

I went to Beishan Villa as soon as possible.

They were in plain clothes and used the excuse of visiting Uncle Han for a follow-up visit and giving everyone in the family a simple check-up to get Shi Yin, who was telling Ah Xiu a fairy tale, to nod in cooperation.

Ten minutes later.

Ah Xiu followed Shi Yin to the yard and, as before, took a broom and cleared the snow from the snowman. The room, which was heated to the hilt, became incredibly cold after the doctor's words.

"You mean to say that the Madam is not in her right mind?" asked Butler Han.

"Yes."

"Can the Second Miss be cured?"

"Maybe she'll wake up at some point, or maybe she'll be stuck on the day Mr. Han died, repeating the same things over and over again. We can't say for sure; it depends on her."

"What's the meaning?"

"The brain of someone who has suffered a mental trauma will automatically avoid danger. She didn't want to accept this fact, so she deceived herself that it never happened. Even the most experienced doctors couldn't cure her unless she was willing to wake up."

"Then what can we do for the Second Miss?"

"You can tell her that Mr. Han is dead and that everything she imagined was fake, but you have to be prepared for her to react with stress. If the stress is too intense, it might cause her to give up the idea of ​​living."

"No! Madam must live well!" Uncle Han said sternly.

"Then there's only one way. Follow her thinking, echo her actions and words, don't expose her, and just let her live like this. Maybe one day in the future, she'll reconcile with herself and naturally come to her senses."