Chapter 26, simply put, is about regaining the courage to face difficulties...

Yu Xue is a person who is always unpredictable, sometimes one way and sometimes another.

She agreed to have the surgery, and Wen Feng immediately scheduled the surgery time, afraid that if it was delayed for a few days, Yu Xue would regret it.

He hadn't told Liu Xin about Yu Xue's illness yet. Liu Xin was very busy with work, and he felt that he could take good care of Yu Xue, but there weren't enough people to help, so he could hire a caregiver.

Less than three days later, Yu Xue was admitted to the hospital again, waiting for surgery the next morning at daybreak.

The hospital food wasn't to Yu Xue's liking, but she forced herself to eat some anyway. Wen Feng said that eating well would help her recover faster.

Yu Xue: "I want to hold a concert."

As soon as Wen Feng opened his mouth, Yu Xue continued, "You don't need to rush to reject me. I know that my physical condition isn't very good right now. I also feel that my mental condition isn't very good either. Maybe every day since I transmigrated has been too depressing, and I'm having trouble adjusting."

She tasted the vegetables in her bowl, put down her chopsticks, and said, "Let's do it next year."

It's almost next year, it's already November.

Wen Feng didn't want to refuse her directly, but he didn't dare to agree either. He sat down closer to Yu Xue and said, "If all your indicators return to normal next year, we'll have a party."

Yu Xue lowered her head and didn't say anything.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to go home after she died, and wouldn't be able to exchange bodies with Yu Xue in another world, but she had to try, because her family was still waiting for her.

Before leaving, she wanted to give her fans an explanation.

If the other Yu Xue really didn't come back, at least before they died, they said goodbye properly for this separation.

She didn't want this meeting to be criticized, or for her to be making a final cash grab before she died. For the past twenty years, she had been tainted with scandals; at least before she died, she wanted to be clean for once, and for the people who loved her to be clean for once.

She said, "I don't want to take the money."

“No way.” Wen Feng refused outright. He rubbed his hands together and said, “If you don’t charge money, then anyone can come. It’s not just fans, but also some… people who don’t like you. What if something goes wrong? What if they record videos to smear and spread rumors about you? You’ll definitely be the one to take the blame then. Setting a concert ticket price that matches the market will at least guarantee that most of those who travel from afar to attend are people who truly love you.”

Yu Xue unconsciously stirred the soup in her bowl. "We can filter them by online album purchase data."

Wen Feng: "Your album isn't expensive, only twenty yuan a copy, and it's not limited in time or quantity. With such a massive hit, if not tens of millions, then at least a million people must have bought it. How do you select the best buyers?"

Yu Xue: "By the order in which they were purchased."

Wen Feng grabbed her hand that was pinching her arm. "This will discourage some fans. This isn't a wedding. There's no such thing as first come, first served. Love may have its length, but it doesn't have its weight."

Wen Feng put the plate aside and moved closer to her. "I know what you're thinking. You don't want the people who love you to think that you're not worthy of their love, right?"

Yu Xue nodded, took a deep breath, and felt a tightness in her chest.

“Or…” she wiped her tears with Wen Feng’s sleeve, “or, consider it my treat to them. I’ll accept the money as usual first, and then I’ll refund it all to them after the concert. I’ll pay for the organizers’ expenses and the staff’s salaries. Anyway, I don’t want to accept any money for the last concert.”

"The last time?" Wen Feng's relaxed expression tightened.

Yu Xue had no intention of lying to him. Wen Feng knew how important going home was to her. "After my last concert, I'm going home. If the other Yu Xue doesn't appear in this body, at least I've given the fans an explanation. They've always hoped that I could make a comeback, continue singing, and continue holding concerts. I have to give them an explanation. I can't let them feel... that all these years have been for nothing."

“Even if you die and give them a free concert before you die, all their hard work over the years will have been for nothing.” Wen Feng was a little agitated. It was rare for him to be so out of control, especially in front of Yu Xue. “They want you to thrive, not to take advantage of you! Even if your second album doesn’t achieve the same success as your first, their hard work won’t have been in vain, because you are still young, and you still have the opportunity to release a third, fourth, and fifth album.”

"But when a person dies, everything is gone." Wen Feng's voice trembled as he finished speaking, barely managing to calm himself down.

He couldn't help but stand up, turn his back, and take a few deep breaths.

He had heard these words from Yu Xue many times, and each time he heard them, his heart ached.

I originally thought that after listening to it for a long time, I would get used to it and the pain would stop.

Who would have thought it would hurt more and more? At first it was just a needle prick, but now it feels like being carved with a knife.

He was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

"Okay, I won't say anymore, I'm sorry." Yu Xue's tone rose, and she suddenly became flustered and began to apologize, "I'm sorry, please don't do this..."

Wen Feng was startled by her pleading voice and quickly turned around to grab her hand. "What's wrong? Did I scare you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I never will, I will never lay a hand on you, never. Don't be afraid."

Yu Xue lowered her head and shook it violently a few times, "I'm afraid you'll die."

Wen Feng didn't react immediately, "What?"

Yu Xue: "I'm sorry, but I always have this inexplicable worry..."

She said, “After my parents divorced, I argued with my dad about him finding a stepmother. He kept telling me that he was in poor health and might not live much longer. He said that if I kept making a fuss, he might die soon. He always said that he didn’t want to live with me and that he wanted to live a few more years.”

Yu Xue: "I don't know why, but suddenly, all I can think about is what I'll do now that my dad's dead? My stepmother definitely won't take care of me, and if I go back to my mom... she'll definitely give me the cold shoulder every day. I don't want to go back. Often in class, I can't help but want to rush out and call my dad. I want to make sure he's safe, that he's alright... I'm afraid he's dead..."

Wen Feng recalled that when he was on a business trip before, Yu Xue would always call him. After he answered the phone, she would always talk about trivial things, such as "the flowers on the balcony have bloomed", "I want to try cooking tomorrow, can you give the chef a day off", or "can you bring me back some clothes from abroad" and other such idle talk.

Wen Feng had always interpreted this as Yu Xue missing him.

It turned out she was anxious. Every day, she was anxious about all sorts of things, and the voice on the other end of the phone was her lifeline.

Yu Xue didn't know why she suddenly wanted to say these things, but she just really wanted to say them, as if she would faint immediately if she didn't. "For a while, I suddenly realized that when I thought about my father's death, my first reaction was not sadness, but how I was going to live and where I was going to get money... I felt that I was really cold-blooded, that I was really... not human."

“No,” Wen Feng denied. “You’re anxious about him because you love him. If he were really dispensable, you would be thinking, ‘Even if he dies, I have a hundred ways to make money. I’m not an adult yet, so my stepmother has to give me money.’ The reason you feel you can’t live without him is precisely because you love him, you love him too much.”

Yu Xue rested her forehead on her palms. Five minutes later, her mood calmed down considerably. She raised her head, but her swollen eyelids were so heavy that she could barely lift them. She could only murmur "I'm sorry." She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Why have I been unable to control my emotions lately? I used to be able to control them very well.

"You don't need to apologize." Wen Feng rubbed her forehead, where there were two obvious red marks. "I know you care about me."

Wen Feng: "I want to be your support until you recover. I will never fall down. I will hold on for as long as you are sick. I am still young and can endure it. Don't be afraid."

An hour later, Yu Xue fell asleep, and Wen Feng tiptoed out.

He walked to the door and dialed the phone. "Hello, Dr. Chen."

Dr. Chen: "Mr. Wen? What's wrong? Is Ms. Yu willing to see me?"

Wen Feng: "She's sick and in the hospital right now. Is it convenient for you? I'd like to ask her about something."

"Ah, I'm free, Mr. Wen, please speak." Dr. Chen's voice was somewhat languid, as if he had just woken up.

Wen Feng: "When she mentioned her parents to me recently, she stopped saying 'the other Yu Xue's parents' and kept saying 'my parents'. Does this mean that her dreams have lessened and her condition has improved?"

Dr. Chen suppressed a laugh and said, "Of course not. Mr. Wen, you don't treat Ms. Yu all day long, and you always let her immerse herself in sadness. Do you expect this illness to have a change of heart and get better on its own?"

Wen Feng: "..."

Dr. Chen: "Ahem, let's get serious, dear Mr. Wen. From a medical perspective, this illness is divided into subconscious and conscious aspects. Hmm... I know your medical knowledge is limited, and you may not understand."

He yawned. "Putting myself in Ms. Yu's shoes, it means that subconsciously she knows very clearly that she didn't time travel, and she knows very well who her parents are. However, her conscious mind is unwilling to admit it, or to put it bluntly, she's escaping reality. But, she herself can't distinguish between the subconscious and the conscious mind. Whenever she subconsciously mentions her parents, it's her subconscious mind that's in control. When her conscious mind appears, the subconscious mind disappears, and the conscious mind pulls her into a beautiful dream, where she becomes immersed."

He paused, then continued, "Over time, her subconscious and conscious mind will forget each other. When her conscious mind controls her brain, she will forget what her subconscious mind said before. Once she remembers it and feels conflicted... then it depends on whether her conscious mind or subconscious mind is stronger. From your description, in most cases, her conscious mind overpowers her subconscious mind. She always finds all sorts of reasons for these conflicts, thus allowing her beautiful dreams to continue to multiply, with fewer and fewer loopholes and clearer and clearer logic."

Wen Feng remained silent for a long while, then covered his eyes with his hands and sighed wearily, "If we're going to treat her, are we going to kill off her will?"

"Huh—you're a businessman, how come you're so ruthless?" Dr. Chen kicked the blanket and said with disdain, "As long as her two consciousnesses recognize each other, that's fine. She needs to see clearly what's real and what's fake, to put it simply—regain the courage to face difficulties."

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Author's Note: To reiterate, the mental illness described in the article as "Sweet Dreams" is entirely fabricated by me, including the names of the medications mentioned. If you experience any discomfort in real life, please seek medical attention promptly. Wishing everyone good health and a happy mood. [Hugs][Hugs]