Chapter 24 The Old Times That Can’t Be Reflected by the Candy Paper Boat
——She remembered the candy paper boats from her childhood, but she couldn’t recognize that the man in front of her was the boy from that time.
"Severe post-traumatic stress disorder." The psychiatrist pushed up his glasses and said solemnly, "She blocked out the most painful memories, including the auction, but also everyone involved."
Mo Xiaohan stood in the corridor, his eyes becoming dangerous and gloomy.
"Including me?"
"Especially you." The doctor hesitated. "You appeared in the scene she feared most. Her brain classified you as 'dangerous'."
Mo Xiaohan looked at the closed door, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest. The light he had been looking for for seventeen years was now just across the wall, but he could no longer be recognized.
The crystal wall lamps on the corridor wall cast soft and bright light, casting tiny spots of light in his eyes, making the surging expectations and pain in them even clearer, and finally being baked into a blank space with a burning feeling by the light.
Late at night, Mo Xiaohan sat on the floor outside Ruan Xingchen's door, his back against the wall, holding a small boat made of candy wrapper in his hand.
That was what he asked A Tai to take out from the safe today. It was the "happy magic" that Ruan Xingchen left for him.
Hearing intermittent sobbing sounds from inside the door, he gently placed the candy wrapper boat on the carpet in front of the door.
"Stars." Mo Xiaohan whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him. "When you were little, you said that candy wrapper boats could make wishes come true."
"My wish is..." His voice choked, "I hope you can call me 'Brother Xiaohan' again."
As dawn was about to break, the door opened a crack, and a pale hand reached out and carefully picked up the candy paper boat.
Mo Xiaohan immediately held his breath.
Through the crack in the door, he saw Ruan Xingchen kneeling on the carpet, looking at the boat in the sunlight. Her eyes were still confused, but less fearful.
"This..." she whispered to herself, "I seem to have seen..."
Mo Xiaohan's heart was beating wildly. He didn't dare to move or breathe, for fear of disturbing this moment of tranquility.
until--
Ruan Xingchen suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting his through the crack in the door.
Her pupils dilated slightly, and her lips trembled slightly: "...Brother Xiaohan?"
Mo Xiaohan's breathing stopped, but Ruan Xingchen's eyes were distracted. Her gaze penetrated him, as if she was staring at a distant phantom. Her fingers clenched the candy wrapper boat as if she was grabbing the last straw.
"Medical camp," the refreshing aroma of absinthe from Mo Xiaohan wafted over, mixed with a faint smell of blood.
He knelt in front of her, looking her in the eye. The scar on his left eye was particularly clear in the sunlight. "Sunflower, candy paper boat, do you still remember?"
Ruan Xingchen's pupils contracted slightly.
Some fragmented images flashed by——
Candy wrapper boat in the sun.
The words "Mo, Xiao, Han" were written crookedly on the branches.
When they parted, the boy put a silver ring on her hand and said, "Wait for me."
"That was... a dream..." She held her head in pain, "It was just a dream..."
Mo Xiaohan reached out to touch her, but she dodged him violently.
"Don't come over here!" Ruan Xingchen's voice was filled with tears. "I can't remember... I can't remember anything..."
The memory loss after the car accident, coupled with the terrifying experience at the auction house, caused her PTSD to completely erupt.
"This, do you still remember?" Mo Xiaohan said softly, keeping a safe distance from her.
He raised his left hand, the men's ring on his ring finger gleaming in the sunlight, "And a pair of mine."
Ruan Xingchen poked one eye out from her arm and looked at the ring warily. It was indeed a pair with the "Eternal Day" on her hand.
"I don't know you." Her voice was muffled between her knees, with a sobbing tone, "Why am I wearing this..."
Mo Xiaohan's Adam's apple rolled, and he suppressed the urge to reach out and touch her: "Because you promised to wait for me."
"No... don't say anymore..." Ruan Xingchen groaned in pain and pounded his temples with both hands, as if trying to knock back the fragments of memory that were surging up.
She remembered fragments of her childhood, but the figure of the boy in her dream and the bloody man in front of her could never overlap.
Mo Xiaohan immediately stepped back and raised his hands to indicate that he was not a threat: "Okay, let's not talk about it anymore."
He turned to the door and whispered to the doctor who had arrived at some point, "Sedative."
Ruan Xingchen lost control when he heard this: "No injection! I don't want—"
Her struggle reached its peak the moment the needle tip pierced her skin, then gradually weakened, and finally she fell into a drug-induced coma.
Mo Xiaohan caught her limp body and carefully picked her up. She was surprisingly light, as if she would disappear at any moment.
"Mr. Mo, PTSD requires long-term treatment..." The doctor hesitated to speak.
Mo Xiaohan looked down at the pale face of the person in his arms, his voice hoarse: "Send the entire medical team over, and give her whatever she needs."
Ruan Xingchen fell asleep under the effect of the drug, while Mo Xiaohan sat in the armchair beside the bed, his eyes never leaving her face.
Dusk gradually deepened outside the window, and the setting sun dyed the room blood red.
A-Tai quietly entered the room and said, "Boss, the Qin family's industrial chain has been completely cleaned up."
Mo Xiaohan stroked the ring, his eyes sinister: "Where is Lin Miaomiao?"
"As you ordered, she's still alive." A-Tai handed over a cell phone. "This is Lin Miaomiao's phone. There are photos of her and Miss Ruan in it."
On the screen was a photo of the two girls on campus. Ruan Xingchen was smiling brightly, with the silver ring on her left ring finger.
Mo Xiaohan's fingertips gently stroked the screen, his voice so low it was barely audible: "I'll make you laugh again."
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