Song Xiang felt unspeakable pressure in her heart, but she didn't want to show it in front of Yan Han.
They handled their respective tasks as usual, and when it was break time, he personally brought her a glass of milk.
"Have a good rest. The doctor just called and said that your mother is doing well today. Don't worry."
Song Xiang nodded without showing any emotion and drank half a glass of milk in front of him.
"Good night."
"good."
Close the door.
The world became quiet. She held the door panel with one hand and slowly lowered her head.
She didn't know if Yan Han was gone, but she didn't hear any movement.
It's just that I'm too tired and need to take a breather.
After a while, he walked into the bathroom like a zombie and simply washed up.
Lying down on the bed, closing his eyes, random sounds came to his ears.
The clearest sentence is the doctor's persuasion.
——Mental illness has a genetic probability...
There was a loud bang in my mind.
A splitting headache.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, got down and rummaged through the bedside table.
Sure enough, there is maintenance-grade melatonin.
She breathed a sigh of relief, without even reading the instructions, she poured two pills into the palm of her hand and swallowed them dry.
My body was so exhausted that I felt tired even when I climbed into bed.
He lost his strength and sat directly on the floor leaning against the bedside table.
Close your eyes and finally calm down.
Probably because the melatonin was really effective, she leaned against the cabinet and slowly relaxed her body.
It seemed that the air around me became lighter. When I opened my eyes, I saw confusion in front of me.
I stood up and opened the door to the room, but there was no one there.
She wanted to call Yan Han, but found that she couldn't make a sound. She panicked and ran to the end of the corridor.
When I reached the stairs, I stopped inexplicably and stared for a long time, thinking about whether to go down.
Suddenly, I raised my feet...
"Song Xiang!"
The sound was not very clear, but the pain came overwhelmingly!
In a flash of lightning, he opened his eyes and saw Yan Han running down the stairs.
It was pitch dark all around, as if it was late at night.
"Severe cold?"
He fell to the ground and felt pain in many places on his body.
The man quickly came to her side, but he didn't dare to move her. He shouted urgently: "Call the doctor!"
Song Xiang was lying on the ground, still confused, feeling like he was dreaming.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Yanhan's pupils shrank suddenly and he knelt on one knee beside her, "Stop talking and wait for the doctor to come."
Song Xiang saw something wrong with his expression and nodded slightly.
Yan Han looked at her, his fingers trembling.
He sent her back to her room, but she felt uneasy all the time. After sitting there for two hours, he heard something moving next door.
As soon as she went out, she saw her standing at the top of the stairs, tentatively stretching her feet.
Unprepared for a moment, she unexpectedly stepped on the air and fell directly.
He watched her "fall" and felt that his heart was instantly grasped in the palm of his hand.
At nearly one o'clock in the morning, all the servants in the main house showed up, and even the old housekeeper was so frightened that he got up.
The doctor arrived and gave Song Xiang a simple examination to confirm that there was no major problem.
"There's only a little bruise on my knee, and I didn't hurt my head, so don't worry."
Yan Han hugged Song Xiang and sat on the sofa, confirming again and again, "Can you guarantee that there is no problem?"
The doctor was frightened by his eyes and said with reservations, "There should be no problem. If you are worried, you can go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow."
Song Xiang was still confused. She had no idea how she got to the stairs.