Li Qingcang had never heard of this condition, but he knew how serious depression was.
“With this kind of depression, the patient seems no different from ordinary people, and even laughs more than ordinary people. However, in reality, in their hearts, they are feeling hopeless. Depression manifests in some people, so the people around them pay special attention. However, people with smiling depression don’t seem different on the outside. Yet, its precisely this kind of people who tend to do shocking things.”
As Qie Wenyang went on with his explanation, Xie Xuning’s and Li Qingcang’s expressions became grave.
Both were soldiers, and Xie Xuning had been in a top position for a long time.
When people were serious, they could sometimes be domineering.
“Of course, I’m not saying that Tianxin has such a condition,” Qien Wenyang swiftly emphasized. “What I mean is, if you care more about her, she will be better.”
Qie Wenyang didn’t mention that through his brief contact with Ye Tianxin a few times, he found that Ye Tianxin was defensive and that she would be highly on guard from time to time.
Even though she loved to laugh, was gentle, and was more considerate than others, these behaviors made Qie Wenyang uneasy.
He was a doctor, and he minored in psychology.
He vaguely guessed that Ye Tianxin must have been suffering some kind of psychological trauma.
She appeared to have recovered from the trauma, but, in reality, she hadn’t.
She was trying to conceal it especially to those closest to her.
If this was the case, then one would know that the things she bore mentally were far heavier than what meets the eye.
“Got it.”
“Understood.”
Qie Wenyang knew that after this, Li Qingcang and Xie Xuning would closely watch over Ye Tianxin. For them, there was nothing more important than Ye Tianxin.
After Ye Tianxin was discharged from the hospital, Xie Xuning brought Ye Tianxin back to his home, Lang Garden.
Lang Garden was originally built for Ye Linlang.
Lang Garden was located in a beautiful mountain villa not far from the city.
The garden was built on the hillside and hidden in a lush forest with blue bricks and white walls.
“This yard was actually empty most of the time,” Xie Xuning said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
There were housekeepers, gardeners, repairmen, chefs, and more in Lang Garden. Due to Xie Xuning’s work, he didn’t stay at Lang Garden all-year round.
“In Lang Garden, there is a cherry tree that your mother liked the most. The tree was moved from your courtyard.”
Xie Xuning didn’t tell Ye Tianxin that the cherry tree grew in front of the window in his study. Sometimes, when he looked up, he could see that tree and imagined that it was Ye Linlang’s incarnation.
The scenery of Lang Garden was extremely beautiful.
A landscape architect designed it.
Besides the breathtaking views everywhere, with the changing of the seasons, various flowers grew there.
“Dad, your yard is so beautiful. Who designed it?”
Xie Xuning looked at Ye Tianxin affectionately and said, “Your mother designed it. She drew the draft, and I asked the designer to bring it to life.”
“I didn’t know that my mother had an eye for landscape architecture.”
Ye Tianxin thought of the diary that Ye Linlang had written, and the handwriting on the diary was neat and sophisticated.
“Linlang was very smart. She could learn everything in a short time. I once even taught her how to use a gun.”