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"I’m not a three-year-old child, I can take good care of myself. As for you, you are my wife, He Teng’s wife, a soldier’s wife, and you must learn to overcome difficulties."

But as much as He Teng said that, he was genuinely worried about her. That’s why right after telling her to overcome difficulties, he continued by offering her advice, saying, "Otherwise, how about you live with Sister Lin? Let Sister Lin keep you company at night?"

"I can’t bear to be apart from you~" He Zhilan whispered with her lips bitten, "I like sleeping in your arms, I like smelling your scent. I want to see you every day, cook for you, do your laundry."

He Teng sighed softly. Indeed, his little wife was getting clingier to him.

"What kind of nightmares have you been having lately?" He Teng knew about He Zhilan’s situation of having nightmares at night. When they first married, He Zhilan would sometimes suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely. Later, the situation improved, but recently, He Zhilan’s nightmares seemed to have increased.

Sometimes, he could even feel she was having nightmares the whole night until she woke up at dawn.

Then, she would appear exhausted all day.

"Quite frequently." He Zhilan didn’t hide it and nodded, "Sometimes, I have all sorts of dreams all night long.

I dream of a big, unclear-faced girl with twisted braids tying me up and throwing me into a dark, lightless room, and then suddenly, she turns her head and reveals her gaping maw.

Sometimes, I dream of bloodied hands tearing open my abdomen, rummaging inside, and turning everything inside out. A lot, a lot, just like ghost stories."

He Teng was at a loss for words, his heart ached, it felt terrible.

He understood that it was her experiences as a child that made her so afraid of the dark.

Thinking back to when she first came to the He Family, that tiny body was full of bruises from being beaten, but her eyes were filled with defiance.

Therefore, He Teng was even more hopeful for her future, free from illness and pain, free from disaster and trouble. He hoped she would be well, both physically and mentally.

The next day, even though He Zhilan had not given in, He Teng still took leave to personally escort He Zhilan to the capital.

The military, knowing He Zhilan’s situation, provided He Teng with the greatest convenience, granting him three days of leave to accompany He Zhilan in the capital for two days.

Accompanying them back to the capital was Sister Lin and her group. It had been a long while since they had seen He Zhilan, and the journey was lively. Knowing that He Zhilan might come back to work with everyone for a while, Fang Yun, Sister Lin, and several others were very happy.

It was not until they reached the capital’s train station that the group split up. Sister Lin and her group headed straight to their residence in the capital, while He Zhilan and He Teng were picked up by their dedicated driver, Lin Chan.

"Bian Muhe has arranged a meeting with that psychologist this afternoon, Zhilan, don’t feel burdened, he is absolutely reliable, I guarantee it!

" Considering the previous unexpected incident with Doctor Qin that distressed He Zhilan, Lin Chan had thoroughly investigated the background of Bian Muhe’s student, from all eighteen generations of his ancestors, before confidently arranging their interaction with He Zhilan.

"What burden could I have? I don’t even know what’s wrong with myself; you all don’t tell me," He Zhilan pouted in protest.

"We don’t tell you for your own good! You, you just like to overthink things by yourself," Lin Chan said with a mix of laughter and frustration. "Just look, see? You can even imagine having some terminal illness, some incurable disease. Aren’t you overthinking?"