Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 67

Ling Xi suddenly looked up at Jopol, nudged her ear with her face, and asked furtively, “Do you have an ice cream cone?”

“Ice cream cone… Do you want an ice cream cone?” Jopol wanted to leave to find one. As long as Ling Xi wanted it, she would give it to her.

Seeing Jopol about to leave, Ling Xi cried out again, “Don’t go, Jopol, don’t go.”

“Okay, I won’t go.”

” Jopol, I’m sick, don’t look down on me…” Ling Xi’s helpless tone and neurotic change of emotion made Jopol cover her mouth, deeply moved. “How could I look down on you? I don’t have enough time to love you.”

Ling Xi’s lips trembled as she watched Jopol burst into tears. She panicked: “Don’t cry, don’t cry, lest they think I’m bullying you!”

Jopol wanted to untie Ling Xi, but the ropes couldn’t be undone. Ling Xi laughed foolishly: “Forget it, it’s okay if it can’t be untied.”

“You mutt, did I scare you?” Jopol rubbed Ling Xi’s ear, laughing through her tears. She wanted to say goodbye to Ling Xi properly.

Ling Xi started cursing again: “Why do you always call me a mutt? I’m Ling Xi. I was just in the garden…”

Thinking of the lingering kisses that went from the garden to the tangled mess in the bedroom, Ling Xi’s face flushed as she spoke, mumbling, “We kissed, which means I like you. I only kiss you because I like you.”

Ling Xi pressed her chin against Jo Pol’s forehead, repeatedly confirming: “I only kiss you because I like you. I like you, I definitely like you.”

The container door was pushed open. Li Song’en stood in the darkness, urging, “Miss Pol, the plane your boss prepared for you is already waiting. You can depart at any time. But I suggest you hurry up and don’t delay.”

“Get out!” Jo Pol hissed viciously, and Zanda dragged Li Song’en out.

Upon hearing the word “depart,” Ling Xi suddenly regained her senses. She stared fixedly at the uncontrollably weeping Jopol and desperately tried to break free from the ropes: “Where are you going?”

“Don’t be afraid, be good… don’t be afraid…” Jopol comforted Ling Xi’s back, trying to calm her down.

Ling Xi sniffled, letting out a painful sob: “I messed things up, I messed things up, I’m sorry…”

Jopol cupped Ling Xi’s face, leaned her forehead against hers, and slowly instructed her, “While I’m away, you must take your medicine on time. I’ve arranged for Ji Changyi to provide you with systematic auxiliary treatment. Your illness will slowly get better.”

“If you miss me, eat an ice cream cone. If it’s not enough, ask Chu Xi for more. If you encounter trouble, you can also look for her; she will help you solve it.”

“You’re too thin. You still need to learn to take good care of yourself. Especially don’t skip breakfast. My Ling Xi must be obedient…”

Jopol embraced Ling Xi, shedding tears, as if she were hugging her faith and her sun. She couldn’t bear it; she couldn’t bear to let go.

“I will be a dutiful girlfriend. What do I need to do to keep you? Pol, where are you going?”

Suppressing her sadness, Jopol’s eyes reflected a cold light. She stood up and stopped responding.

From behind came Ling Xi’s humble plea: “Don’t go, don’t leave me… I was wrong, I won’t be fierce to you or upset you again. Don’t leave me, we just started!”

Ling Xi cried hysterically. She wanted to move her body, wanted to grab Jopol, who might disappear at any moment. But she accidentally fell to the ground, with the heavy chair strapped to her back.

Jopol heard the sound of the heavy fall. A burning in her nose accompanied a tight pain in her throat. Afraid that she would soften, she simply quickened her steps. It turned out that a firm departure could be so painful.

“We just started…” The hoarse sob struck Jopol’s heart. Deeply moved, she closed her eyes, her brow furrowed repeatedly.

But only a resolute departure could lead to the future that belonged to them!

With the creaking sound of the iron door, Ling Xi’s wailing was cut off.

Jopol turned her head, not wanting the two men in front of her to see her emotion. After catching her breath, she looked coldly at Li Song’en: “Let’s go.”

When Ji Nancen rushed to the container, Ling Xi was still lying face down on the overturned chair. She took out a small knife to untie the ropes, but Ling Xi seemed to have had her soul drawn out and didn’t move.

“Hey, are you alright?” Ji Nancen squatted down and poked Ling Xi’s head with her hand.

Ling Xi slowly came back to her senses. She looked at the unfamiliar Ji Nancen. Then, she grabbed her arm and shook it: “Do you know where Pol went? Tell me, where did she go?”

Qu Ye, who followed closely behind, was like an angry bull. He practically crashed into Ling Xi, pushing Ji Nancen aside.

He lifted Ling Xi with his bare hands, roaring without reservation, “Are you satisfied now? Are you satisfied? For a hypocritical Lin Fangwan, you made Pol…”

Chu Xi and Qin Yun arrived just in time. Qin Yun took on the role of authority, opening her mouth to stop him: “Qu Ye, stop it, let go of your hands!”

Qu Ye turned to look at Qin Yun. Angrily, he released his hands and pushed Ling Xi to the ground.

Chu Xi walked to Ling Xi’s side and helped her up, her voice routinely cold: “I’ll take you home first.”

Ling Xi looked at her in confusion. Yes, Chu Xi must know where Jo Pol went.

But before Ling Xi could speak, Chu Xi preemptively refused to answer: “Don’t ask. None of us will tell you the boss’s whereabouts. Take care of yourself.”

Qin Yun took Ling Xi’s arm, signaled Chu Xi to talk to Qu Ye, and then left the container with her.

Chu Xi looked at the now calm Qu Ye, her tense nerves still not relaxed: “You two should depart as soon as possible.”

“I’ve already made all the arrangements. Once we reach Florence, we’ll find a way to meet up with Zanda. What are your plans?”

“According to Miss Pol’s previous plan, I have to stay behind to deal with Ling Xi’s affairs. I’ll go find you once I’m done.”

“We guarded against it every day, yet it still happened.” A look of pain crossed Qu Ye’s face. In contrast, Chu Xi was calmer: “It’s come to this; now is not the time for sentimentality. Doing what Miss entrusted us with is the best repayment to her. Let’s split up and act.”

The chirping of birds outside the window was disturbing. Ling Xi opened her eyes, unable to distinguish whether she was dreaming or in reality.

The feeling of being lost and weak, accompanied by soreness, was overwhelming. What happened last night was vivid, causing her head to ache intensely.

The door was suddenly pushed open. At that moment, the person Ling Xi hoped to see was Jo Pol. She wanted to see that playful, arrogant smile and the endless sparring she could never win.

Chu Xi held a packaged breakfast, her tone flat: “From now on, I will come every morning to deliver breakfast.”

The feeling of devastation crushed Ling Xi’s expectation. She got out of bed distractedly. When she reached the living room, Chu Xi was like a gust of wind, leaving the room and closing the door.

Ling Xi walked to the balcony. The empty house across the street and her hollowed-out heart echoed each other.

Ling Xi covered her face, unable to control the sudden surge of grief. As soon as she closed her eyes, all she saw was Jopol’s unyielding back.

She hadn’t psychologically prepared herself to accept the fact of Jopol’s sudden departure. This feeling of being overwhelmed was truly unbearable.

Just when she finally wanted to start, to explore that woman’s world, why did the collapse come so suddenly?

Ling Xi held her phone and opened Jopol’s chat interface. Only then did she realize that in all the time they had known each other, she had never actively chatted with Jo Pol.

A strong sense of bitterness welled up. Ling Xi pressed the voice recording button, stammered with her lips, and paused for a long time. The hoarse, choked voice was full of longing: “The weather is really nice today. Good morning… Pol.”

Before long, a wave of banging on the door followed until the electronic lock made an unlocking sound, and the door was pushed open.

Ji Changyi’s eyes were red from crying. She ran through the living room. When she got close to Ling Xi, she grabbed her collar tightly, her roar echoing through the neighborhood: “Bastard! Bastard!”

Ling Xi didn’t resist, allowing Ji Changyi to frantically shake her body. Only her lips trembled uncontrollably: “I’m sorry…”

“Bastard!” Ji Changyi finally knelt on the ground, leaning on Ling Xi’s shoulder powerlessly, repeating the curse “Bastard.”

Ji Changyi, like everyone who cared and worried about Jopol, was understandably angry. In their eyes, Ling Xi wasn’t worth it—not worth Jo Pol’s complete devotion.

Ling Xi slowly squatted down next to Ji Changyi. She didn’t know what to say, so she just curled up in a corner against the wall. She could finally empathize with Jopol’s helplessness and loneliness.

Ji Changyi lowered her head, tears falling one by one onto the floor from the tip of her nose. One hand clutched Ling Xi’s pants, sobbing uncontrollably: “You hurt her recklessly, like a blind person unable to see her goodness. Why should I help you? Why? Why didn’t you die when you tried to commit suicide! Why!”

Yeah, why didn’t she die?

Ji Changyi roughly wiped away her tears. She struggled to stand up, then raised her hand and grabbed Ling Xi’s collar again, commanding angrily: “Come with me!”

Ling Xi was almost dragged by Ji Changyi into the living room. She didn’t resist, letting the other person treat her roughly.

The place Ji Changyi took Ling Xi was Jo Pol’s house across the street.

Chu Xi sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, remaining silent with pursed lips.

Ji Changyi pulled Ling Xi into the kitchen. When the double-door refrigerator was opened, the ice cream cones inside, which were Jopol’s love, burst out, spilling all over the floor.

Although Ling Xi didn’t understand why Jo Pol only loved this brand of ice cream cone, she knew that there must be a story hidden here that she didn’t know.

“In this house, Pol hid all the love she couldn’t express. Do you think you are the only one who is sick? Use that rusty brain of yours and think about it. Think about why I, a psychiatrist, would appear in her life!”

Ji Changyi’s tearful roar finally tore open the unknown secret.

“What did you say?” Ling Xi’s realization was delayed, and she looked very pitiful. A thin mist gathered in her eyes. She grabbed Ji Changyi’s shoulder and frantically questioned her: “What did you say!”

“Pol is a patient with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) complicated by manic disorder. At her worst, she can be helpless, like an epileptic patient!”

“Ever since she met you, her episodes have increased day by day. She stubbornly refused systematic treatment. She begged me, ‘Save Ling Xi first, because Ling Xi is her only life-saving medicine!'”

“In your eyes, she was just a crazy person who shamelessly provoked you. Your sneer was like a joke. Because you don’t know that she did all that to pull you out of the pain of depression!”

“That day we first met, do you know why I suddenly had to send you away? Because she was having an episode. She was afraid that you would see her desperate state, afraid of scaring you, afraid that such a self would not be accepted by you!”

Chu Xi walked to the door and watched Ling Xi’s shoulders shaking as she silently picked up the ice cream cones, tightly clutching them in her arms, as if holding Jopol.

Chu Xi turned her head, unable to bear watching such a scene. She couldn’t fully empathize but was infected by Ling Xi’s sadness.

“Changyi, let her be alone for a while.” Chu Xi was about to lead Ji Changyi away. Ling Xi desperately grabbed Ji Changyi’s pants, lowering herself to beg, “Can I still see her?”

Ji Changyi sniffled and remained silent. This was undoubtedly plunging a fatal dagger into Ling Xi’s heart.

“Answer me! Can I still see Pol?!”

“I don’t know. None of us know. The only thing I can tell you is… explore this house. Pol hid her love for you in here… Once you adjust yourself, come find me for treatment.”

Chu Xi and Ji Changyi left. Neither of them wanted to stay in this house for long because it held Jo Pol’s scent and the heartbreaking despair of unrequited love night after night.

Ling Xi sat on the floor, crying loudly like a child who had lost her beloved doll.

She had lost Jopol.

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