The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu tentatively stretched out his hand to touch Xia Beiqing's cheek, but Xia Beiqing immediately turned his head to avoid it, and Shen Zhiyu's heart seemed to fall into an ice cellar.

He knew everything about it.

Shen Zhiyu wasn't worried about the panic being exposed, he was afraid that Xia Beiqing would be sad when he knew that he had a psychological problem.

Shen Zhiyu slowly squatted down and wanted to hug Xia Beiqin, but Xia Beiqin was like a frightened child, pushing Shen Zhiyu away, and stepping back until the wheelchair reached the edge of the bed.

"Northern...I'm sorry..." Shen Zhiyu chased after him and pressed Xia Beiqing's shoulders hard, only to see Xia Beiqing buried his head deeply.

Shen Zhiyu raised Xia Beiqing's head with his hand, and when he saw Xia Beiqing's appearance, he froze.

Xia Beiqing's face was as pale as paper, and big tears came out of his eyes, and he slid down his cheeks, but he bit his lips tightly with his teeth, desperately trying to stop crying, and couldn't help it all over his body. Trembling.

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly wiped Xia Beiqing's tears with his fingertips, but Xia Beiqing still avoided in shock. He picked up the paper and pen on the side and wrote tremblingly on it. 

——Ms. Shen, do you think there is a problem with my spirit?

Shen Zhiyu anxiously explained: "Beijing, you listen to me, it's not a mental problem, and I didn't deliberately want to hide it from you. You may not know it. You will often wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night and suddenly lose. Being sensible, becoming crazy, it will turn into a painful fantasy, and even... will do self-harm. It is my fault that I was so scared and afraid of losing you that I found a psychiatrist."

Xia Beiqing's pupils shook violently, seemingly unbelievable.

Loss of reason, madness, fantasy, self-harm.

He never knew he would become like this.

He...why did it become like this!

Xia Beiqing's body suddenly couldn't stop the spasm, he squeezed his fist and beat his head severely.

No! Don't become like this!

His body is already crippled. Isn't even his spirit going to become abnormal?

"Beijing! Calm down!" Shen Zhiyu held Xia Beiqing's hand tightly, trying to stop his crazy behavior.

Gradually, Xia Bei ran out of strength and slumped into the wheelchair. His forehead became red from the beating. He tilted his head, his eyes were silent, only his chest was violently ups and downs.

Shen Zhiyu could only hold him firmly, even if he held him like this for a lifetime.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Beiqin suddenly moved in his arms and slowly pushed Shen Zhiyu away. He tremblingly held the pen and wrote crookedly on the paper.

——Ms. Shen, do you dislike me?

Shen Zhiyu raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think that? If I despise you, will I stay with you like this? If I despise you and you say you want to leave, will I take you away desperately?!"

Xia Beiqing continued to write on the paper.

——Because I saved you, so you are grateful to me and guilty of me.

"BeiQing!" Shen Zhiyu stood up suddenly and stared at Xia BeiQing, a painful expression flashed through his eyes: "Because of gratitude, because of guilt? In your heart, I am such a person?!"

Xia Beiqin buried his head and said nothing.

Shen Zhiyu took a breath, forced himself to calm down, squatted down again, and held Xia Beiqing's head with his hands.

But Xia Beiqing shook his head and broke free, pushed the wheelchair and turned around, then propped up his arm and dragged his mutilated leg, trying to climb onto the bed.