if……

If this love letter can be successfully delivered to Yun Jing's hands, can Yun Jing's mental illness be easily solved?

If mental illness is cured, will there be no need to travel to the United States?

Is not going to the United States the final answer on the first night to get out?

If the answer on the first night comes out...

…………

But, there have never been so many what-ifs in this bloody life!

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Letter paper, spread out.

On the paper, with a graceful pen, four simple words were written...

——Don’t think about it, don’t connect it.

Jing Xiangyang's deep eyes narrowed several times.

Put down the letter and walk towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Leaning in front of the window, bowing his head, lighting a cigarette...

After taking a sip, my mouth felt dry and astringent.

When he first saw the four simple words on the letter, Jing Xiangyang almost thought that she had not received his letter at all.

But the fact is, she received it.

The letter he replied to was wrapped in the same kraft envelope that he sent to her.

Jing Xiangyang lowered his head and took a few puffs of cigarette...

The turbid smoke filled his obscure eyes, which turned an unnatural scarlet red.

His throat rolled hard, as if his throat had been burned by a cigarette butt, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.

In fact, even if she really left, there would be no reason for me to think too much about it.

The path was chosen by herself.

It doesn't matter if she stays or leaves.

People will be punished by heaven and earth if they don't do it for themselves, not to mention that Jing Xiangyang can't even control his own future, so why should he talk about the future and happiness with her?

He can understand.

But why does it feel like my heart is being cut out with a sharp knife?

Jing Xiangyang stood in front of the window for who knows how long...

Until the cigarette butt burns out.

He straightened his body, walked slowly to the front desk, bent down, and threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray.

Pick up the letter next to the ashtray...

Don't think about it, don't connect it.

She pursed her thin lips, put the letter away, and put it in the drawer.

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The moment has passed, two years have passed by in a hurry————

s city——

The sky in April is extremely bright and the spring green is refreshing.

"elder brother……"

Xiang Qing's call came from the entrance of the corridor.

The sound of "thumping" footsteps was heard, and a few seconds later, Jing Xiangyang's study door was pushed open.

On the open-air balcony, Jing Xiangyang was seen leaning lazily in front of the guardrail with his arms, staring blankly at the green grass in front of the villa.

A year ago, he had moved back to City S from City A due to general reasons. He successfully took over the hospital he founded with Uncle Mo for his father and became the youngest director of the hospital.

On weekdays, I like to live alone in the small villa by the sea. Occasionally I go home and stay for two or three days.

"elder brother!!"

The door opens.

Xiang Qing was still out of breath, obviously because she ran too fast.

Jing Xiangyang looked back at her and asked, knowingly, "What?"

The thin lips parted slightly, and the stern face remained calm.

"You really don't want to go to the United States with us??"

Xiang Qing asked again unwillingly.

Jing Xiangyang squinted his eyes, turned sideways, lit a long cigarette, then looked up at her, and asked nonchalantly, "What are you going to do?"

Xiang Qing was choked by him.

Licking his lips, he said, "Brother, this is... San'er's engagement ceremony!! Don't you think that as an elder brother, you should go and send her a blessing?"

‘Engagement Ceremony’…

Jing Xiangyang's eyebrows twitched.

There seemed to be some slight fluctuations in the usually calm and handsome face.

But it's not obvious.

He straightened his body, raised his eyelids, and looked at his sister. The corners of his cold mouth curved in a cold arc, and he said with a half-smile, "Are you so sure that if I go there, it will be to send blessings? What if?

What should I do if my bride-to-be is kidnapped?"

"..."

Xiang Qing was speechless.

Looking at the brother in front of me, I felt my throat was sore, "Brother..."

"It's just a joke."

Jing Xiangyun smiled lightly and urged her, "Let's go quickly, we won't be able to catch the plane later. I have some urgent things to do later, so I won't send you off to the plane. Give me a call when you get there."

Xiang Qing bit her lip, glared at him fiercely, turned around and left resentfully, and went downstairs.

As soon as he got downstairs, Xiang Nan greeted him with concern, "What did your brother say?"

"Don't go!"

Xiang Qing pouted her little mouth.

Xiang Nan sighed, "Forget it, he must feel bad. If he doesn't want to go, just don't go. Let's not force him."

"My brother said he was going to fuck the bride."

"..."

In a word, Xiang Nan and Jing Mengxian were dumbfounded at the same time and looked at each other.

Finally, Xiang Nan sighed softly, "No, he just talks about it. He doesn't know how to do it. My son, I know him best."

He might have done this before, but now, it's unlikely!

"Why?"

Xiang Qing curled her lips, "It would be great if I could really get it back! I have always regarded San'er as my sister-in-law!"

"Do you think your brother is still a kid in his early twenties? People have gone through so much, and they should have settled down long ago. Don't encourage others blindly. Xiao San'er has finally found his own happiness. Why don't you let your brother go?

It’s hard to see whether your Uncle Mo and Aunt Shan are still worried about our family.”

Xiang Qing sighed faintly, "Okay, I wish them well."

"Let's go! If you have anything to say, we can wait until we get on the plane. If we delay any longer, we will really miss the plane."

Jing Mengxian stood in front of the trunk of the car and urged the two women in the room.

"Coming!"

Xiang Nan responded and hurried out the door.

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upstairs--

It wasn't until his father's car disappeared at the end of the street that Jing Xiangyang looked away.

His eyes fell on the slightly old business card in his hand...

That was a business card given to Yunjing by his psychiatrist two years ago.
To be continued...