Xu Wanrou grabbed the clothes on her chest and breathed heavily. She tried hard to think about her son and daughter, Qing Nian and Zhinan, who were only three years old. It took a long time to recover.

She knew she was sick, but no one could cure her, so she could only adjust herself.

Xu Wanrou lay on the bed with her eyes closed, trying to think back over and over again, the sweet and happy moments between her and Brother Qi, the happy moments with her family, the warm moments with her children, slowly and slowly

, fell asleep.

If Yu Xiaoxiao were here, she would know that this is depression, and if it gets serious, she may even commit suicide.

The house was completely quiet. When Yang Lian came back at noon, the house became lively. When she saw Qing Yun who was willing to leave the room, Yang Lian smiled so hard that she kept mumbling: "Just come out, just come out, whatever."

We are all here..."

Qingyun smiled shyly, a little embarrassed, but she also knew that her aunt was really happy for her.

"Qingyun, what do you want to eat for lunch? Tell your mother-in-law and she will cook it for you. We want to eat well and drink well. There is nothing important about our health. There is nothing we can't handle. You are so thin-skinned because you are still young. Rumors

Rumors are nothing. If you don’t want to hear them, we can just stay at home and live our lives..."

Qingyun nodded, indicating that he understood.

Since I vented my anger at noon, I feel less hurt and can accept that I am not my biological child.

Yu Xiaoxiao hurried over to help the person up, tore off her hand that was tightly holding her collar, and gave Xu Wanrou time and time again, whispering softly: "It's okay, it's okay, come and breathe slowly,

Come on, don’t be in a hurry..."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Yu Xiaoxiao always felt that something was wrong with Xu Wanrou, but she couldn’t explain the details. She couldn’t figure it out, so she decided to go find someone to talk to her.

Knocking on the door, there was no sound inside. Yu Xiaoxiao listened carefully and heard the shallow breathing inside. Yu Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat. She didn't care about it anymore. She pushed the door straight in and saw Xu Wanrou grabbing her clothes.

His face was lifeless, like a stranded fish, with his mouth open but unable to breathe.

It’s not a big deal, even if I’m not my biological child, so what? The upbringing of me for more than ten years cannot be adulterated, and the love I have received for more than ten years cannot be faked. I am no more loved by my family than my eldest sister.

Or the difference between other brothers and sisters.

Why do you still have to embarrass yourself and hurt these people who truly love and care about you?

Besides, even after these things happened, the whole family was dragged down by him and no one said anything bad to him. They were all concerned and worried. Even when he was under pressure, he acted as if nothing was wrong in front of him, and he didn't want to do anything to himself.

Pressure, I just want to make myself happy, why do I have the right to torture myself and make my family feel uncomfortable and worried?

Wait, does this mean that depression has existed since ancient times? It’s just that ordinary people have to worry about their livelihood every day and have no time to think about it. Rich people don’t have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Things are more leisurely, and you have more time to think about things, so you are more likely to get sick.

There was finally movement in Xu Wanrou's dull eyes, slowly and slowly, and it took a long time before she moved. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and her breathing gradually became louder. Yu Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.

Yu Xiaoxiao and others finally managed to survive, and then they asked in a gentle voice: "What happened just now? Can you tell me about it? If you don't want to, then forget it and wait until you want to say it."

The more Yu Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more it made sense. Xu Wanrou must not be allowed to relax. Now that she is busy, I see where she can find time to hurt the spring and autumn. She must use up her abundant energy, and she must not notice this.

I'll have to think about it carefully when I go back later and see how to get my family to cooperate.

Hey~ Why are you so fragile? Why do you have so many things to think about? No wonder I always saw in novels and TV shows that those beauties disappeared at a young age. When the doctor saw them, they came to the conclusion that they were overthinking, or else they were

Depressed in the heart.

In short, there is nothing you can do but rely on yourself, and then the beauty will be gone soon...

Yang Lian looked at the girl's face and realized that she had really thought things through. She finally let go of the stone in her heart, and all the worries that lingered between her brows disappeared at this moment.

Isn't this a fool's errand?

Could this be depression?

I heard that people with depression are those who sometimes feel separated from the world, feel unreal and insubstantial, feel sad and cry for no reason, or even commit suicide.

Then let more people accompany her, take her out for walks more often, and keep her happy. Even if it can't be cured, at least it won't get worse.

Every time at this time, I can only rely on recalling the good memories from the past to free myself from the unreal feeling."

Xu Wanrou's voice was very ethereal: "Mom, I seem to be sick. I have an invisible disease. Sometimes I can't help but feel sad and sad, and I can't help crying. I even want to go crazy and seek death regardless of it.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Sometimes I feel like it’s difficult to even breathe. My whole body seems to be floating. There’s a layer between me and everything, so I can’t touch it... Sometimes I’m so sad that I just want to be like that.

When you die, you are free.

Xu Wanrou doesn't have anything wrong with her, so why was she so scary just now?

I see traditional Chinese medicine, and I have never seen anyone treat patients with depression in my previous life. However, Xu Wanrou said that she slowly recovered every time by thinking about happy and happy days, which proves that this is effective.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaoxiao thought of a possibility. Just because he was not sick physically did not mean he was not mentally ill. It might be some kind of mental illness.

I asked her to eat at noon, but she didn't eat. She said she was a little tired and wanted to take a nap, and she would eat when she woke up.

Besides, he is not his own biological child, so there is nothing he can't accept. He is already lucky enough.

After stabilizing her mind, Yu Xiaoxiao said to Xu Wanrou: "Wanrou, are you feeling better now?"

Hey~

Yu Xiaoxiao sighed again. It was really not easy for her. She was obviously in the senior year of retirement, but she still had to take care of the whole family. In the past, she only had to take care of the food and the physical. Now she even has to take care of the mental.

The kind who are well-intentioned and tired, who want to eat salted fish but don’t want to stand up.

After dinner, Qingyun took the initiative to take care of the children, and Yang Lian went to deliver the food. Yu Xiaoxiao saw that the atmosphere at home was much better, and she felt a lot happier, but she was still a little worried about Xu Wanrou.

But I can't let go, I can't let go of my child, I can't let go of Brother Qi...

Xu Wanrou raised her hand to wipe away the joyful tears that flowed silently, and silently relied on her own strength to sit upright. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and unreasonable.

"Mom, I'm much better, but I still can't control my tears."

"It's okay. Then go and bring the child back. Yang Lian is also tired today. She has been taking care of the child for most of the day. Qingyun is helping to look after it now."

Yu Xiaoxiao said tentatively while paying attention to Xu Wanrou's expression. She seemed to have heard before that they should not show special treatment to their patients with depression, otherwise it would make them, who have low self-esteem and are sensitive, worry and aggravate their condition.
Chapter completed!