Qian felt that she was definitely different from her past life, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the differences lay—it was just a feeling.
However, when Yu Minglang’s hand intertwined with hers, their fingers tightly clasped, standing together at the hero’s tombstone, witnessing a separation of love and responsibility, life and death—Qian understood.
"Actually, I can keep living without you."
"Hey!" What about the promised vow?
"But with you, the years are evidently more peaceful."
Living is the sa, but the quality isn’t identical.
Qian’s life was filled with various things. She aid to reach the pinnacle in her career and defended her family with her efforts. But no matter who she was or her position, there was always a place in her heart reserved for him.
Without it, she wouldn’t be complete.
A large and small hand, distinctly black and white, tightly clasped, the background being Lone Wolf’s photo.
The rain stopped, spring’s slight chill ca over, and a bit of warmth from his palm ward her small hand.
Having people or things you care about always energizes life; if life is destined to be a parting, then the people you et along the journey might be the biggest motivation for walking happily.
Parents, lovers, children, these companions walk together on the journey. So might drift apart, just like Hu ijing’s Lone Wolf, but Qian hopes Yu Minglang can accompany her to the end.
"Yu Minglang."
"Hmm." She seldom formally called his na.
"You must live longer, at least one day or second longer than . I’ve analyzed my own character, and I won’t have an alternating personality, so you have to wait for , not the other way around, understand?"
"Okay."
Fingers interlocked, hearts connected. He took off his coat and draped it over her, shielding her from the spring chill. She leaned her body against his, warming him. A thousand people have a thousand kinds of love; for Lone Wolf and Hu ijing, this outco might be the best.
Qian didn’t know what kind of outco she and Yu Minglang should have, but she wanted to keep walking like this until that day cos to see if it’s the outco she desires.
...
With Qian’s initial three stages of therapy for Hu ijing, the final step seed just a natural progression.
Qian went back to have a private conversation with Hu ijing.
anwhile, Hu ijing’s husband, Chu Xuan, waited anxiously outside, unconsciously clasping his hands together. This was the most critical step.
Mr Liu handed him a cigarette, which he took and tremblingly lit.
Mr. Liu actually wanted to go in but trusted Qian’s ability. Regardless of whether the treatnt’s result was as everyone predicted, she believed Qian had given her best, and even if it were herself, she couldn’t handle it better than Qian.
"It’s been a long ti; why hasn’t she co out yet?" Mr Liu asked what was on Chu Xuan’s mind.
Mr. Yu shook his head, "This ti is different, success or failure depends on this."
"Is the probability of success high? I always feel you guys sound particularly unreliable—" Before Mr Liu finished speaking, he already felt murderous intent coming from beside him, wanting to dodge but quickly realized—
The cost of dodging is greater; if he doesn’t, he’ll just get caught. Dodging might an the old woman won’t speak to him later.
So Mr Liu stayed upright, and when Mr. Yu’s hand ca over slapping him lightly, he sighed in relief.
See, life always brings surprises unexpectedly; not dodging was good, just slapped lightly, not scratched.
Mr. Yu didn’t understand his convoluted thoughts. She was very displeased with this old man doubting their expertise.
"How is it not reliable?"
"Hypnosis sounds like a trick ant to fool people—" standing straight, ready for "surprise."
This ti, it wasn’t a "surprise"; Mr. Yu scratched him.
Mr Liu had countless grievances in his heart but couldn’t retreat; he was rely voicing a layman’s doubt, why so agitated!
"Hypnosis is indeed mystical to many, but when you understand its principles, it’s not that magical. Hypnosis bypasses consciousness directly to communicate with your subconscious. ijing’s consciousness doesn’t want to forget the past, but her subconscious does, so what Qian is doing now is bypassing her consciousness to reach her subconscious."
"What is consciousness, and what is subconscious?" Mr Liu asked.
"You see an old woman fallen by the roadside; do you help her?" Mr. Yu didn’t answer but posed a question.
"Of course!" Mr Liu looked at his wife puzzled.
"What you can answer is consciousness, it’s your recognition of things, whether this is doable or not, your consciousness decides. Subconscious can’t answer but influences how we see ourselves and others, even our judgnt and decision-making abilities concerning life and death are determined by the subconscious. Your unit’s Yu Laomao is one of the strongest people I’ve seen using subconscious."
"Correct, Yu Minglang indeed excels in this aspect. He often makes astounding judgnts, yet claims it’s just intuition. He believes the things he senses are problematic, and once probed deeply, there is indeed an issue. I find this very curious, especially in work where his ability plays a crucial role in significant tasks."
Yu Minglang, being so young, showed outstanding performance including his road to advancent in his past life, all related to his special ability.
"This belongs to the potential developed from subconscious; actually, each of us is hypnotized by subconscious every day, negative information received while chatting with so gossipers affects your subconscious and judgnt later, so I never engage in pointless conversations."
"... No wonder your popularity is so poor."
Mr. Yu kept the sa temperant from youth till now. If anyone talked about topics she didn’t want to hear, she’d imdiately turn and do her own thing, without leaving face for others. Hence, everyone said she was strange.
"What do you understand! Look at my protégé Qian; when have you seen her talking to people about insignificant things? When have you seen her gossiping? She doesn’t even watch trashy TV shows, not wanting these useless things to brainwash her subconscious. That’s why she’s so outstanding! I’m extrely proud; never have I seen such a young person with such great potential. I must ask my overseas friends to subscribe more books and materials for her, and personally guide her, witnessing the rise of tomorrow’s star!"
Mr Liu looked at Qian through the glass, hearing his wife’s passionate speech, he inexplicably offered a silent commiseration for Qian.
People watched by the old woman are very pitiful.
Oh? The situation inside seems to be changing?
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