"That's when I finally realized that if I didn't resist, my fate would be the same as those people in the Jiang family, a puppet on a string, living a muddled life in a golden cage."
Jiang Han's tone changed slightly. Lan Shuang frowned and became a little worried. There was something wrong with Jiang Han's condition.
"Jiang Han..."
She held Jiang Han's hands, wanting him to stop talking, but Jiang Han turned around and said to her, "Shh, let me finish, okay?"
Lan Shuang licked her lips, unable to say whether it was good or bad.
Seeing her calm down, Jiang Han smiled softly and continued, "So I rejected the engagement and ran away on the day of the engagement. But they caught me not long after. Mr. Jiang and Ms. Song were very angry and broke one of my legs. I can't remember who did it. I was covered in blood and couldn't see anything clearly."
"But that's not the most serious injury..." Jiang Han showed an almost innocent expression on his face. He tilted his head and tapped his forehead with his finger: "Hmm, where is it? It seems to be behind my head?"
Ms. Song's distorted face suddenly appeared in front of him again, and he couldn't help but shudder.
Lan Shuang felt a pang of pain in her heart. She raised her hands and hugged Jiang Han tightly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here..."
"Oh, I remember now."
Jiang Han's eyelashes trembled, and a few ripples appeared in his deep, ocean-like eyes. "Ms. Song smashed my head with the desk lamp. There was so much blood... She was terrified when she saw it. I remember her pale face, like a photo taken before her death."
His voice was light and floating, like a dandelion that could disappear in the wind at any time.
Lan Shuang bit her lower lip to prevent herself from making any sound and disturbing him, and just hugged him tighter.
"I was in the hospital for a month and then I got sick."
"What disease?" Lan Shuang suddenly remembered Jiang Han's reaction on the cruise ship last time.
"Bipolar disorder." Jiang Han said softly, "It's terrible. I can't control myself when it strikes. Later, when it strikes again, I lock myself in my room."
"Shuangshuang, are you afraid of me?"
She didn't know why the topic turned to this, but Lan Shuang was very sure that Jiang Han was ill and he was probably suffering from depression.
She reached out and touched the hair on the back of Jiang Han's head, and said gently: "Don't be afraid, I've seen you in all your forms. Even if you go crazy, I can wake you up. At worst, I can let you bite me again."
Jiang Han lowered his eyelashes, hugged her with his backhand, and said softly: "I won't bite you again, don't leave me..."
"I will always be by your side."
Lan Shuang raised her face slightly and kissed him on the lips.
Jiang Han lowered his eyes and looked at her, still without any emotion, as if he was trapped in his own world and refused to come out.
Lan Shuang sighed helplessly, "Xiao Baba, how can we appease such a person?"
888: "Well... bipolar disorder is a very difficult disease to treat, so... well, I don't know."
"The causes of this disease are complex and there's still no definitive answer, but it's most likely related to experience. It's obvious that Jiang Han's depression was triggered by memories of his childhood."
888 touched his chin and said solemnly, "The hardships he experienced as a child have become a knot in his heart. If it's not untied, I'm afraid he'll get sick every time he thinks about it."
Lan Shuang frowned when she heard this. This was a bit difficult to deal with.
She thought for a moment, then pulled Jiang Han up and walked upstairs. "Can I draw a picture for you?"
Jiang Han looked at her blankly, neither saying yes nor no.
Lan Shuang took it as his agreement. The villa was fully equipped with everything, including an easel, drawing paper, and paintbrushes. After she set everything up, mixed the colors, and started painting.
The colors of oil paintings are rich and bright, giving people the strongest impact.
She thought for a moment, then painted half of it black, and then drew a cage in the lower left corner. Inside the cage was a scarred little boy who was holding onto the railings and looking outside, hoping someone would come and rescue him.
Jiang Han stood behind her and looked at the painting. His breathing became heavier and his hands were clenched tightly at both sides of his body.
Lan Shuang didn't say anything and continued painting. This time she painted bright sunshine, blue sky and white clouds on the right half.
A girl in a red dress squatted down, opened the cage, and held the boy's hand.
This is the first picture. In the second picture, the dark cage disappeared and the whole painting became bright. The girl hugged the boy tightly in her arms. White flowers bloomed on the wounds where her hands touched.
The boy, who was originally covered in bruises, turned into an elf in an instant, surrounded by flowers.
Jiang Han stared at the painting for a long time. He pointed at the boy in the painting and asked, "Is this me?"
Lan Shuang put down the paintbrush in her hand, turned around with a smile and said, "Yeah, it's cute, isn't it?"
"Although I haven't seen what you looked like as a child, I can make some guesses based on your current appearance. It might not be entirely accurate, but it's generally similar."
Lan Shuang stood up and wiped her hands with a handkerchief beside her. She touched Jiang Han's face and said softly, "No matter what happened in the past, I'm here, and you will never return to the darkness again."
"Why?" There was finally a slight fluctuation in Jiang Han's eyes.
Lan Shuang raised her head and placed a kiss on his lips. In this position, she said, "You are the sea under the night sky, and I am the lighthouse that illuminates you. We depend on each other for survival."
Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes gradually brightened up, like the moon rising from the sea, gradually revealing its bright and clean true face.
Lan Shuang opened her lips slightly as if bewitched, but Jiang Han suddenly grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and let her wrap her legs around his waist. He walked out of the studio and went to his bedroom while kissing her.
Pent up emotions and unbridled desires are all intertwined.
She hugged Jiang Han tightly and whispered in his ear: "Jiang Han, I love you."
He brushed away the strands of hair on Lan Shuang's face, held her face and kissed her from the forehead, "I love you too, I love you more than I have ever loved you before."
They smiled at each other and indulged in the kiss again.
…
In the end, Jiang Han overcame his fear and went to meet his parents with Lan Shuang, but... not only did he go, he also bought a whole trunk of gifts and had someone drive them over.
The two old people who were waiting for someone at the door almost popped their eyes out of their sockets when they saw this.
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