Wen Ying believed Zou Weijun was fully recovered.
Recalling his conversation with the attending doctor yesterday, Xie Qian’s expression softened. “Even you noticed. It seems the doctor’s diagnosis was correct.”
Ordinary people might not spot depression, but psychologists familiar with cases could easily distinguish it.
Long-term depression affects one’s appearance and aura. No matter how cheerful someone pretends to be, the depression is etched into their core, creating an invisible, intangible barrier between them and the world, causing immense suffering.
No interest.
No joy.
Like a fluttering butterfly, wings moving so lightly yet so weakly, drifting aimlessly, with death as the only release.
Before coming to Rongcheng, Zou Weijun’s condition was dire, with past suicide attempts.
Through the psychologist’s warnings and his own understanding of depression, Xie Qian knew that once a depressed person attempts suicide and fails, they often try again.
Medication and therapy can help, but not fully cure.
Many patients secretly stop their meds, pretending to improve to deceive doctors and family.
Given any opportunity, they might end their lives without hesitation, sometimes with no warning, even smiling as they send family off to work, only to take their life when alone.
That’s the terrifying thing about depression. Families never know when the emotional low will strike, making it impossible to guard against.
During the worst times, Xie Qian had mentally prepared himself.
Sooner or later, at some unknown time, he might lose his mother forever.
What then?
Xie Qian hadn’t thought it through.
He figured he’d strive to avenge his mother, punishing those who drove her to it.
As for after revenge, that was too distant to consider.
From improvement to clinical recovery, it took Zou Weijun nearly two years.
Though the doctor, while congratulating Xie Qian, reminded him to keep monitoring Zou Weijun’s emotions for fear of relapse from external triggers, her current state led to a clinical recovery diagnosis!
“Medication and psychological intervention are key treatments, but what truly healed my mum was herself.”
And you.
Xie Qian didn’t say the last part, but he meant it.
Whatever Wen Ying said to Zou Weijun, Xie Qian focused on the result: Zou Weijun began actively saving herself after visiting the school.
Treating depression is about defeating the illness and oneself. From apathy and suicidal thoughts to active self-rescue, Wen Ying played a crucial role!
Moreover, Zou Weijun’s publishing career was closely tied to Wen Ying. Her success gave her immense confidence, pulling her from the emotional abyss into a vibrant new life!
Xie Qian’s gaze was intense, and Wen Ying tilted her head slightly.
“Zou-auntie’s worked so hard, Xie Qian, I’m so happy!”
Wen Ying didn’t know Zou Weijun’s fate in her past life.
But given Xie Qian’s tragic early death, Zou Weijun’s life likely wasn’t great either.
Xie Qian might have been killed.
Or he might have given up on living.
For the former, Wen Ying could imagine enemies and work to help Xie Qian avoid that tragic fate. But for the latter, if Xie Qian gave up on life, how could she intervene?
Zou Weijun’s depression was cured!
With his mother by his side this time, good friends, a career path started in Modu, and actively outsmarting that scumbag Xie Jinghu, Xie Qian’s life was vibrant and fulfilling, his mental state excellent. What reason would he have to give up?
Wen Ying was overjoyed!
Her rebirth was so meaningful.
Xie Qian, Wang Shuang, Yang Xi, her aunt Chen Li, and uncle-in-law Deng Shangwei’s marriage, all the tragedies and regrets that once surrounded her didn’t happen. These changes excited her more than earning millions from writing!
Xie Qian didn’t know why Wen Ying was so thrilled, but he felt her emotions.
Pure, unfiltered joy.
He recalled the Super Girl audition where Wen Ying wished him a “long life.”
Now, he wanted to return that blessing to her.
The hamster should not only live a long life but also be forever joyful.
To make that happen, Xie Qian was willing to do many things!
Wen Ying saw Xie Qian as her idol, chasing his light to become better. She didn’t realise that her persistence had touched the heart of the aloof boy from the kingdom in the clouds.
When did it start? When would it end?
The boy no longer wanted to be a distant idol. He was drawn to that pure goodness, wanted to be near it, to possess it. So clever and rational, he knew such purity was rare, guarding it carefully, cherishing it deeply. Pursuit was never one-sided!
If Wen Ying just turned her head, she’d see how focused Xie Qian’s gaze was.
She didn’t.
Xie Qian didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
No eye contact needed, yet Wen Ying’s face flushed inexplicably.
The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, down to her neck.
Startled by her flush, Xie Qian suddenly couldn’t keep staring. A phone call saved him.
It was Wang Shuang.
Wang Shuang and Li Mengjiao were back in Rongcheng from Modu.
On the phone, Wang Shuang howled, “Xie-shen, guess who I ran into at the airport?”
“…Who?”
Xie Qian’s mind was unusually slow, unable to guess.
…
Rongcheng Airport.
Wang Shuang, phone in hand, stared at Peng Guoqing.
“Green Hair, I saw Green Hair! He’s not green anymore, dyed his hair black. That’s not the point. The point is, he says he’s transferred to Rongcheng, to our school!”
School was starting soon, and all sorts, good or bad, were returning.
But why would Peng Guoqing transfer to the top provincial school?
Running into him, Wang Shuang learned this and instinctively called Xie Qian.
Did Xie Qian know?
If he did, why not tell him!
Did Xie Qian think he was hopeless and wanted to tutor a different slacker?
Wang Shuang’s sense of crisis exploded.
Without waiting for Xie Qian’s confirmation, he covered the receiver, baring his teeth at Peng Guoqing. “Xie-shen’s too busy to carry you. Be smart, don’t try to compete for attention!”
Peng Guoqing hadn’t expected to meet Wang Shuang at the airport.
Those words stung.
What did he mean Xie Qian was too busy to carry him?
Xie Qian wasn’t anyone’s property.
Xie Qian belonged to everyone!
Peng Guoqing shot back, “Why would I compete with you? I’ve known Xie Qian since we were kids. Who are you to talk!”
