Chapter 765
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Is Su Zhinian having trouble sleeping, or is there something wrong with him?
She typed a few more words on the keyboard, and then the content appeared: "If you take too many tranquilizers, you will become addicted, hallucinating, and in severe cases, you will stop breathing in your sleep because your nerves have been paralyzed for too long."
Song Qingchun was reminded of that night when he swallowed so many pills, and her lips started to tremble. The mouse in her hand fell to the floor with a thud.
He took so many tranquilizers, is he addicted, or hallucinating, or …?
Song Qingchun didn't dare to think any further. A chill crawled up her spine. If she hadn't barged into his bungalow that day, would she have found out that he had been sent to the hospital with a large amount of tranquilizers or that he had died?
What's wrong with him? Why does he have to take tranquilizers? He doesn't look like he's doing anything wrong …
Song Qingchun closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm the fear in her heart.
The bungalow was quiet. Song Qingchun sat there quietly for who knew how long before she slowly opened her eyes. She stood up to grab all the tranquilizers in Su Zhinian's house, but due to her sudden movement, she knocked over the documents on the table, and they spilled all over the floor.
Song Qingchun squatted down to pick them up one by one. One of the documents fell to the innermost part of the table. She crawled to the floor and picked it up with difficulty. Just as she was about to stand up, a notebook fell out of the pile.
Song Qingchun could not have been more familiar with that notebook; it was his diary. When she stayed at his bungalow, she had seen him scribbling in this notebook more than once.
Before this, Song Qingchun had been curious about what was written in his diary, but the thought of reading it had never crossed her mind. However, now, as she stared at the diary for a long time, she had an urge to do so.
She wanted to know what was on his mind, what was on his mind every day, how was he doing after they parted, and perhaps she could find out why he took so many tranquilizers …
Song Qingchun squatted on the floor and stared at the diary for a long time before slowly standing up. She arranged the documents that she had knocked to the floor and placed them on the table. Then, she grabbed Su Zhinian's diary and slowly walked to the armchair before the window to sit down.
The slanting sun shone through the bright window and landed on her body, making the atmosphere exceptionally comfortable.
Song Qingchun stared at the cover of the diary for a long time before slowly flipping it open.
This time, she didn't casually flip through the pages like she did before.
This time, she started reading from the first page, word by word, attentively.
"1996, October 1st, sunny."
When Song Qingchun saw the date, she frowned slightly. 1996, such a long time ago. At the time, Su Zhinian was probably only seven or eight, right?
At that time, he was so young, yet he was already keeping a diary?
Song Qingchun continued to read, and there was only one simple sentence. "Mother finally brought me out of the mental hospital today."
Mental hospital? Su Zhinian was once in a mental hospital? And it was when he was seven or eight?
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