jdhmnovel Chapter 395 Losing Reason
Chapter 395 Losing Reason
Chapter 395 Losing Reason
A mental illness requires a mental cure; perhaps this is the only method we can try.
After the doctor left, Yue Yirou wanted to go closer to Yue Quan and say a few words to him, but remembering the time when Yue Quan mistook her for He Peirong, and remembering Yan Ye's words, she had to give up the idea.
She stood there gazing at Yue Quan for a moment, intending to go back, but found that the man beside her was motionless and had no intention of leaving.
She shook her hand, which was intertwined with Yan Ye's, but Yan Ye did not react.
"Night." She looked up at the man beside her, puzzled. When she saw the expression on his face, she froze—no, she was stunned.
At this moment, Yan Ye's face was contorted with rage, and his eyes were bloodshot, radiating intense killing intent and hatred.
Yue Yirou was stunned for several seconds before she came to her senses. She noticed that Yan Ye's gaze was fixed on a mental patient in the lawn. The patient was a middle-aged man around forty years old, dark-skinned and thin, who was lying on the lawn barking like a dog.
What is the relationship between Yan Ye and that person? He seems to want to kill that person. What's going on?
Why does he hate that person so much?
Hatred...
Could that person be Yan Ye's...?
"Night, you can't..." The man beside her suddenly broke free from her hand and charged menacingly toward the man on the lawn who was barking like a puppy.
At this moment, Yan Ye had been blinded by hatred and only wanted to kill the murderer who had killed his parents.
Yue Yirou was shocked and rushed forward to try to stop Yan Ye. At the same time, she shouted to Acheng, "Acheng, stop him! We can't let him do something stupid!"
Acheng, unaware of what was happening, rushed over and stopped Yan Ye after hearing Yue Yirou's words.
"Yan Ye, calm down, don't be impulsive." Yue Yirou hugged Yan Ye and said to him. Then she turned to Acheng and said, "Acheng, Ye's emotions are very unstable right now. Take him home quickly."
"Let me go." Yan Ye struggled, his emotions running high. He wanted to kill that man and avenge his parents.
"Young Madam, what exactly is going on with Young Master?" Acheng asked Yue Yirou with a puzzled look on his face as he gripped Yan Ye tightly.
"Let's get him away from here first. He'll turn into a night baby in his current state."
Yue Yirou didn't dare tell Acheng the truth. If Acheng knew that the person in front was the murderer who killed Yan Ye's parents, he would lose his mind just like Yan Ye.
Upon hearing Yue Yirou say that Yan Ye would turn into Night Baby if he continued like this, Acheng hurriedly summoned the two bodyguards who were guarding Yue Quan not far away. Together, they brought the extremely agitated Yan Ye back to the car.
"Acheng, drive back quickly," Yue Yirou urged Acheng as she got into the car.
"Yes, young mistress." After closing the car doors for them, Ah Cheng hurriedly returned to the driver's seat and started the car.
Yan Ye initially struggled to get out, until Yue Yirou got into the car and hugged him tightly.
"Night, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Please calm down, I beg you to calm down." She felt so guilty and regretful.
How could she forget that the murderer who caused him to lose his parents was in a mental hospital?
How could she be so stupid? Xue Tao had advised her and noticed that something was off about him the whole time. Why couldn't she understand?
"Night, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He always thought of her best interests, but she repeatedly plunged him into pain.
Yue Yirou hugged Yan Ye, tears streaming down her face, and kept saying sorry.
Yan Ye's emotions had calmed down, and he no longer wanted to go out, but he clutched his head tightly with his hands, looking pained.
"My head hurts so much..."
Headache……
Is he about to become a night owl?
Yue Yirou felt extremely distressed. After wiping away her tears, she reached out and cupped his head, kissing his cheek and forehead as she comforted him: "Ye, don't think about those sad things. Think about happy things. Think about our child. Our lovely little baby is still waiting for us to come home. Think about his rosy cheeks, think about his eyes that are as bright as yours, and think about his adorable smile when he grins at you..."
"Child..." Yan Ye murmured, shaking his head. The tragic images in his mind gradually transformed into a cute little face...
"At night, our little baby is still waiting for us to come home. He likes you to hold him and kiss him. Every time you kiss him, he waves his little fists and smiles at you."
"Night, the child is not only attached to me, but also to you. The child and I love you very much. You are not without anything; you still have me and the child. We will never leave you."
Yue Yirou cradled his head and spoke softly, kissing him every now and then.
The pain on Yan Ye's face gradually lessened, and he gradually calmed down.
“Yi Rou…” He lowered his hand and buried his head in Yue Yi Rou’s shoulder and neck.
He called her by her name, not his sister.
This time, he didn't turn into a night baby.
Yue Yirou breathed a slight sigh of relief, hugged him, and gently stroked his head while continuing to comfort him softly.
Suddenly she felt a damp, cold sensation on her shoulders and neck, and her heart ached.
Tears streamed down her delicate and gentle face again—tears of heartache and self-reproach.
"I'm sorry." She hugged Yan Ye tightly and apologized again in his ear.
If she hadn't insisted on coming directly to the mental hospital to see her uncle, Yan Ye wouldn't have lost control of his emotions and almost become a murderer, wouldn't have recalled those painful memories buried deep in his heart, wouldn't have had a headache, wouldn't have been heartbroken and shed tears...
She felt so guilty, guilty for not thinking about Yan Ye, guilty for never remembering that the murderer who caused him to lose his parents was also in a mental hospital.
She is such a bad wife.
Yue Yirou held Yan Ye in her arms, both of them silently shedding tears.
It wasn't until they returned to Starry Night Pavilion that Yan Ye raised his head. Yue Yirou's shoulder was soaked with sweat, but there were no more tears in Yan Ye's eyes, only a slight redness.
He had suppressed the pain in his heart.
"Ye, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm not a good wife..." Yue Yirou said with a face full of self-reproach.
Yan Ye gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips and gave her a smile: "It's not your fault. I was blinded by hatred and couldn't control my emotions."
"But if I hadn't insisted on going directly to the mental hospital to see Uncle, you wouldn't have seen that person, and this wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I didn't think about you. Ye, I'm so sorry..."
Yan Ye held her small hand in his palm: "Alright, I'm fine now, aren't I? Don't blame yourself anymore, and don't say you're not a good wife. If you weren't a good wife, would you have felt so sorry for me that you shed so many tears? Would you have held me tightly and said you loved me and apologized to me over and over again? You are a good wife, and I know that better than anyone else. Yue Yirou, you are my good wife, Yan Ye. I love you, I married you, and I will never regret it."