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"Have you noticed? She doesn’t sway the things in her hands back and forth as she walks anymore. In behavioral science, swaying objects in one’s hands is a sign of immense pleasure, or even happiness. But now, even though her steps seem unchanged, her mood is obviously different from before."

At this point, Dr. Qin sighed, "Actually, she is deeply engrossed in the dream she has created for herself, with the company of a child. The child is adorable, looks like you, and is a son. In that dream, she is very happy. But at the same time, she is conflicted because deep down, she knows the child is no longer around. She doesn’t want you to worry, so when she returns to your side, she is the wife you see, without any abnormalities. "

"He Teng, your wife, she loves you very much. That’s why, even when she wants to give herself a beautiful dream, she is still considerate of you, afraid that you’ll worry.

" Dr. Qin was visibly moved, "The decision to resign on her behalf was correct. Only when she’s with you, the state she presents is comparatively normal and closer to reality. "

He Teng said nothing, his gaze firmly following the white figure.

"Take her home. I’ll go back to the hotel on my own. Later, I’ll give you a call to see how I can help your wife," Dr. Qin said as he patted He Teng’s shoulder.

"Thank you, Dr. Qin." A man in his thirties, when he spoke, was nearly choked up.

After Dr. Qin had gone far away, He Teng could no longer bear it and chased after the white figure.

"Wife~" From a distance, He Teng called out, not by Zhilan’s name, but as ’wife’.

Maybe this term of endearment does not sound so delightful to others, but it is the most heartfelt love talk He Teng can express.

The person ahead stopped upon hearing the call, turned around with a puzzled face, and before getting a clear view of the person, was suddenly embraced in a strong pair of arms.

"Brother! Why are you here?" He Zhilan looked up at the owner of the embrace, her eyes filled with joy, "Didn’t we agree to meet at the junction? Why did you come here?"

"I arrived early, so I came straight here." He Teng hugged He Zhilan tighter and tighter; at this very moment, he truly couldn’t articulate the myriad of emotions inside his heart.

Does it hurt?

Without a doubt, it really hurts.

This pain, it’s a dull ache at the heart, throbbing, more painful than any life-and-death situation he’s experienced on a mission.

He really wants to ask the heavens, why? Why torment his wife like this? Why must his wife endure these hardships?

"Brother, what’s wrong?" He Zhilan felt He Teng embrace her too tightly, so much that it was hard to breathe, "It’s broad daylight, and people on the street are watching! If you want to hug, let’s do it at home."

Only then did He Teng let go of He Zhilan, but he took her hand as he did, "Yes, let’s hug at home."

The little woman beside him chuckled with trembling shoulders, "Brother, you’re acting especially strange today."

A man who previously wouldn’t even want to hold hands in public was now, unreasonably and uncontrollably, holding her tight as if he was anxious and afraid.

He Zhilan firmly believed that the first time she looked up at He Teng, the pain and fear in his eyes were real.

"What’s so strange?" He Teng quickly masked his expression and pulled He Zhilan to walk back, saying, "The car is parked up ahead. It’s not there because I intended to pick you up a bit ahead of here but didn’t find you."