How desperate must one be, to want to give up on life, to find it impossible to go on living.
Her elder sister, so elegant, so noble, actually... had tried to give up her own life...
Ling Chuxia suddenly covered her face with both hands, but tears still slid down drop by drop through the gaps between her fingers.
Xiao Chen looked at Ling Chuxia, his dark eyes deep with emotion, a trace of apology flashed quickly at the bottom of his eyes, but he still continued to speak, "Xiaxia, you don’t have to worry too much. In the past year, Yun Shu has been actively receiving treatment, and her depression has been under control. As long as she isn’t stimulated again, it should not recur."
He paused, then slowly added with purposeful suggestion, "As long as Shi Che is by her side, I think she definitely won’t relapse. Love, after all, is the best treatment."
When Ling Chuxia left the coffee shop, she felt dizzy and disoriented. Xiao Chen stepped forward and asked gently, "Xiaxia, shall I take you home?"
Ling Chuxia shook her head, her voice couldn’t be lighter, "Brother Xiao, I want to walk alone."
Having said that, without waiting for Xiao Chen’s response, she straightaway walked away.
Xiao Chen stood there, staring at Ling Chuxia’s retreating figure for a while, his hands slowly clenched into fists, eventually unable to resist the urge to follow her.
Depression, suicide... Depression, suicide! These terrifying words echoed over and over in Ling Chuxia’s ears. As she walked, her legs suddenly gave way, and she just collapsed to the ground.
For these three years, her elder sister had been living like that.
For these three years, she had cried so much, suffered so much, but since her return, she had not shared a word with her, completely fixated on the idea of returning, of getting back together with Shi Che.
But... but she, as a younger sister, had only thought about herself, selfishly unwilling to divorce Shi Che, unwilling to step back, unwilling to make things right.
How could she be so awful?
How could she be so awful?
Ling Chuxia’s body curled up bit by bit, her arms wrapping around her knees, hugging herself fiercely, uncontrollably started to cry loudly.
There was an abundance of work at the company today, and Shi Che was almost busy the entire day before he managed to finish most of it. There was still a meeting scheduled, but Shi Che, thinking of Ling Chuxia who had looked unwell when he left in the morning, wondered how she was now and wanted to go back early to be with her.
After a brief thought, he dialed the intercom and asked his secretary to postpone the meeting until tomorrow.
Just as he put down the phone, his cellphone rang. Shi Che glanced at it, it was a call from Ling Chuxia.
Shi Che’s dark eyes momentarily widened, then a trace of joy flashed in them. His lips curled into a smile as he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, his voice softened unintentionally, "Chuxia."
Slowly, Ling Chuxia’s voice came through from the other side, warm yet slightly hoarse, "Sir, have you finished work?"
Shi Che’s brows knitted slightly, "Why does your voice still sound like that? Are you still not feeling well?"
"No, I’m much better, don’t worry," Ling Chuxia paused before softly asking, "If... if you’re free, could you accompany me somewhere?"
Listening to Ling Chuxia’s hesitant voice, although Shi Che’s brows remained furrowed, he replied without hesitation, "Sure."
No matter where she wanted him to accompany her or what she wanted to do, he was willing.