A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

Chapter 201 Can’t wait any longer

The moon rose above the treetops, and thick clouds obscured the starlight, leaving only a crescent moon.

Jiang Yi lay on the bed with his eyes closed. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he moved his head slightly, his mouth trembling as if he wanted to shout something.

"grandfather!"

Jiang felt her spinning body stop, and her bright eyes sparkled with joy.

"Xiao Yi, come and eat."

Grandpa Jiang waved affectionately at Jiang Yi, grinning as he called her name.

Cui Xiuling came out carrying a plate, wearing a purple dress, her gentle and warm appearance particularly clear under the light.

"Your favorite food is here, come on over."

"mom!"

Jiang Yi wanted to run over, but someone behind her grabbed her hand and looked at her sideways.

"Yi-Yi, let's do it together."

"Che?"

Jiang was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly called out.

Chi Ruiche tapped her nose, a smile playing on his lips, his gaze filled with love.

"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Jiang Yi smiled broadly, and through his eyes came a tranquil world; his slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes were clean and clear.

I miss you all so much.

"Silly child, we're not here. Come and eat."

Cui Xiuling waved, mimicking Grandpa Jiang's gesture.

Chi Ruiche held her hand tightly, his thin lips slightly curved, his eyes filled with deep affection, and Jiang Yi was unconsciously led by him to walk over.

In the real night, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Yi's face as she slept soundly, yet she feared it might disappear at any moment.

The next morning, Jiang Yang knocked on Jiang Yi's door, "Xiao Yi, I'm coming in."

Although he knew she probably wouldn't agree.

Jiang Yi changed into a long sweatshirt, let her hair fall loose on both sides, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her legs together. When Jiang Yang pushed open the door, there was hesitation in her eyes, but she smiled.

"Brother, are the things I asked for ready?"

"Xiao Yi? What...what did you call me?"

Jiang Yang opened his mouth slightly, pointed to himself, and looked at her in surprise.

"Brother, where are the jasmine flowers I ordered?"

"Yes, they'll send it over right away."

Jiang Yang quickly sent them a message, telling Zhao Mingyang to come over immediately.

"I'm going to find Che."

Jiang Yi didn't ask any questions or wait for Jiang Yang's reply; he simply got up on his own.

Jiang Yang didn't dare to disturb her, so he could only follow her instructions. He took the flowers from Jiang Chen and asked them to drive to the hospital. Jiang didn't say a word the whole way, just held the bouquet tightly.

"Xiao Yi, let me get the flowers for you."

Jiang Chen received instructions to buy flowers as quickly as possible, and cautiously probed the situation.

Jiang Yi did not answer, but simply pressed the flower close to her heart, completely ignoring everyone else.

"Brother Yang, are you sure Xiao Yi was talking to you?"

Jiang Chen scratched his buzz cut, wondering if Jiang Yang was hallucinating. Was he just too tired? Xiao Yi didn't seem like a person to talk to.

"If I were hallucinating, would I know to buy flowers?" Jiang Yang answered confidently.

Jiang Yi walked into the ward with practiced ease. Wen Lan was just about to wash Chi Ruiche's face when she saw Jiang Yi holding jasmine flowers and smilingly placing them in a vase.

"Xiaoyi?"

Wen Lan knew about the Jiang family's situation and asked Jiang Yang to tell Jiang Yi to get some rest, as she would take care of Chi Ruiche.

Jiang Yang made a gesture to Wen Lan, who stopped what she was doing. Jiang Yi seemed to have been turned on, carefully wiping Chi Ruiche's face with a gentle smile.

Zhao Mingyang arrived and watched Jiang Yi's every move. Her condition had changed. This kind of mental illness greatly affects thinking ability, and the symptoms are different for each person.

"Does this mean she's in contact with the outside world? She called me this morning."

Jiang Yang hid by the door, hoping for the best answer.

"No, her behavior is uncontrollable. You need to keep an eye on her around the clock to prevent any overreaction."

"it is good."

Jiang Yang ultimately underestimated Jiang Yi's condition; she was experiencing a mental breakdown.

During the day, Jiang Yi dressed neatly and brought a jasmine plant to the ward, where she read a storybook to Chi Ruiche.

Sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with the sweet fragrance of jasmine, making everything peaceful and beautiful.

She returned to the old house at night. The room was dark and there was no light at all. Jiang Yi hid in the corner of the bedroom, her hair disheveled, her body curled up with her arms wrapped around her knees, her head hanging down, her eyes looking lost and empty, like a lonely, helpless child.

Jiang Yi lingered between sleep and wakefulness, not answering anyone, living only in her own world.

She couldn't even see the black and white photos hanging on the wall, and every day she would call out "Grandpa, Mom" ​​to the empty space.

"Brother Yang, the doctor just said that the eldest brother has been lying down for a month. If he doesn't wake up in the next couple of days, he might not wake up at all."

Abu stubbornly turned away, refusing to look at his eldest brother lying on the hospital bed. Unable to vent his pent-up emotions, he ripped off the butterfly necklace from his neck and angrily threw it out the window.

"Saying it will bless people is completely useless."

Jiang Yang stood guard outside Jiang Yi's bedroom. Over the past two days, Jiang Yi's condition had worsened. She sat on the floor, soaked to the bone, her face pale. Nothing could wake her; it was as if nothing in this world was worth her attachment, and the whole world was abandoning her.

The sudden noise startled Jiang Yang and Jiang Chen awake. They ran inside and saw Jiang Yi holding a pink Swiss Army knife, even though they had hidden all the knives, fearing something might happen to her.

"I'm tired."

Jiang Yi's face didn't show much expression, but Jiang Yang could see the darkness in her eyes, like the loneliness of late autumn, deep and cold.

"Xiao Yi, no, give me the knife."

Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he called out and anxiously reached out his hand, trying to bring her back to her senses.

"Little Yi, your second brother has prepared a jasmine plant of a special color, and it will be delivered soon. Don't you want to see it?"

Jiang Chen slowly moved towards Jiang Yi, his round eyes fixed on the knife.

"Let's go and see what color Xiao Yi likes."

Jiang Yang distracted Jiang Yi, and Jiang Chen rushed forward, grabbed Jiang Yi, and snatched the Swiss Army knife.

Jiang Yang let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat that had seeped from his forehead due to nervousness.

Jiang Yi slumped to the ground, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his lips trembling violently, unable to utter a single word.

"Brother Yang, we can't wait any longer."

Jiang Chen gripped the knife tightly with his well-defined knuckles, his rugged face showing great anxiety at this moment.

“We’ve also investigated Zheng Sicheng; he’s second to none in this field. Medicine isn’t 100% accurate. Are we just going to watch her continue like this?”

"Have Zhao Mingyang and the others prepare."

Jiang Yang seemed to have made a huge decision. "Xiao Yi, I don't know how to help you anymore."