I Wish Mo All the Best

Ling Jingqiu remained silent.

Qianmo was not in a hurry and slowly told the truth.

"After you discovered that you had depression, you actively cooperated with the doctor for treatment at first, and you also thought of many ways to fight depression. However, when you discovered that depression cannot be controlled by self-control, and the thoughts of death became stronger, you began to Planning it all.”

Ling Jingqiu remained silent.

"This magnificent villa is your last stop to bid farewell to the world. You have built this villa that amazes me. This is your last paradise, and it is also...the tomb you chose. "

"When did you find out?" Ling Jingqiu asked.

Qianmo shrugged, "When it comes to design talent, I can't compare with you. But I studied criminal psychology, and I know some micro-expressions... Okay, in front of the Bodhisattva, I won't lie, I actually I am very proficient in micro-expressions. If I were ranked third in China, no one would dare to be ranked second. My master is number one."

Foreign ones don’t count, after all, they studied it first, but Qianmo believes that through the efforts of several generations, we will be able to surpass it sooner or later!

"Just because I'm so good at micro-expressions, after I observed you a few times, I felt your sadness and despair that you couldn't hide. I was very surprised."

Qianmo noticed from the beginning that Ling Jingqiu was strange.

In the eyes of outsiders, this man was as quiet as water, but to her, this man was like a walking zombie, filled with loneliness and despair. The more he tried to hide it, the more obvious he became.

Especially after she and Xiao Hei came up from the bottom, everyone else looked at them nervously, fearfully and expectantly - not counting Nuonuo who was just watching the show, only Ling Jingqiu had a hint of envy in her eyes.

At that moment, he was envious of Ah Hai who couldn't come up from the bottom.

He especially hopes that it is himself who dies.

At that moment, Qianmo understood.

No wonder this courtyard is obviously picturesque, but there are many bad things about its feng shui.

How could an internationally renowned architect not notice these details? He did it on purpose.

From the beginning, he regarded this villa as a ghost house, and he hoped to sleep here forever.

During the last journey, he was surrounded by his best friends from the past, and he left with a strong sense of ceremony. The invitations he sent to his friends were actually his obituary for himself.

Designers are all born visionaries, and their imagination is unconstrained. Even the way they leave this world is so meticulous, with a touch of romance and a touch of helplessness, embracing the eternal sleep with a gorgeous dance of death——

Unfortunately, he met Qianmo and Xiaohei.

This pair of cheeky men and women can show off their affection to the end no matter where they are.

Ling Jingqiu was originally plagued by illness, and her whole person was in pain and gloom. After Qianmo said this, she felt a little less depressed, but he still didn't feel like laughing, and just reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth.

"You're so funny. And so thick-skinned."

"Thank you for the compliment. Sometimes people live shamelessly, which is also a kind of happiness. You are too emotional and too kind, that's why you suffer from such severe depression. Bad people will never be depressed. This belongs to good people. Exclusive disease.”

If an ordinary patient with depression hears this sentence, he must be very moved and have a sense of identification.

But Ling Jingqiu is different from ordinary patients. He has even seen the best psychiatrists countless times. He has heard these words before and remains indifferent.

Qianmo sighed inwardly that Ling Jingqiu's condition was similar to that of antibiotic resistance. She had seen too many psychiatrists and was all too familiar with this.

"Can I ask, who is the most famous psychiatrist you have seen? I see that your family's conditions are so good, you must have seen a specialist, right?" Qianmo asked.

"Qi Yuxuan."

Qianmo was speechless, no wonder.

Isn't that Mr. Qian's father? !

The legendary world-class authority, one of the top three doctors among psychiatrists, she is just trying to get people to her level.

"You should have heard of his name, and you should also know why I am desperate, right?" Ling Jingqiu remained calm.

At first he didn't believe that he had such a terrible disease.

His family is rich, and he himself is rich. He spends a lot of money to find famous doctors around the world, just to cure his disease.

The most powerful doctor I have ever seen is Qi Yuxuan.

But it didn't work either. I took the medicine on time every day.

"I take the medicine as required every day. When I take the medicine, I'm fine. I'm just numb and have no interest in the future. But once I stop the medicine..."

From then on, there was no night or day in his world. He was always sleepy but couldn't sleep.

The thought of dying haunted him all the time.

I don’t want to communicate with others, I don’t want to say anything, I don’t want to do anything, I just want to be free every day.

"You know one day, I woke up in a daze and found myself standing on the roof of the building with one foot already out. If I had been a little later, I would have gone down. How does that kind of fear feel?" Ling Jingqiu State it calmly.

"Although I can't empathize with you, I guess that a person who pursues perfection like you would never want to let yourself leave in that way without mentioning your face."

Qianmo's words made Ling Jingqiu nod.

Yes.

Getting sick was not something he expected. He couldn't control the disease, but he didn't want to let himself leave in a way he didn't like. Romance and innocence are engraved in the artist's soul.

"That's why you thought of saying goodbye to everyone in this way. It's been a long time since you left high school. You've met a lot of people in society and experienced a lot of things. But you chose your former team mates as your last farewell." Your people, you must have deep feelings for these brothers, right?"

Qianmo asked.

Ling Jingqiu's mood finally fluctuated, and he quickly retorted.

"No! I have no feelings for them! They are just young and frivolous, just like a dream. What feelings can I have with them? I brought them here, but it's just... I have no feelings. I let them see For my death, I am selfish, and I will shadow them for the rest of their lives, are you satisfied?"

It is really not easy for a severely depressed patient who is plagued by the disease to say so many words at once.

Few people can get inside the hearts of people with depression, and it’s hard to imagine how uncomfortable they really are.

He is obviously alive, but he cannot control his thoughts. He is obviously an excellent person, but he is eroded by numbness all the time.

"I'm satisfied - I'm satisfied, Ling Jingqiu, you didn't tell the truth at all!"

Qianmo took out something from his pocket. After seeing it, Ling Jingqiu's expression changed drastically and she immediately touched her pocket.

There was nothing in his pocket. The letter should have been in his pocket, but now it was in Qianmo's hand.

There are two big words on the envelope: suicide note

"This suicide note is the last thought you left to the world, and it is also the reason why you... tried your best to save your brothers with your own life."

A kind person is kind until the very end.