The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Anxiaxia didn't realize it, she blinked her big eyes, clean and clear.

"Xia Xia ... what else do you remember?" Father An asked nervously.

In that year, An Xia Xia was not only physically injured, the most important thing was the mental trauma.

No child has been abused for a whole year and a half, and nothing has happened.

Her psychotherapy, which has been going on for almost three years, has been going smoothly.

Why is there a problem now ...

"Zhou Bai is coming to pick me up ... he said he would take me home." An Xia Xia whispered and looked at Dad An with a doubt, "Dad, but I have a home, why did he pick me up? ? "

Holding her big hand tightly, Anxiaxia felt pain, and looked at Sheng Yize beside the bed in doubt.

"Aren't you the star? Why are you here?" She asked puzzledly.

Sheng Yize's breathing sank and he looked at Anxia Xia with an incredible look.

An Xia Xia crooked her head and frowned her delicate eyebrows: "No ... you are my boyfriend, hey ... why did you become my boyfriend?"

"What else do you remember?" Sheng Yize shuddered.

An Xia Xia thought seriously, closed her eyes uncomfortably: "I have a headache ..."

Sheng Yize held her hand and tried to suppress the panic, "then don't think about it, take a good rest, and sleep just fine."

Anxiaxia responded obediently, closed her eyes, and slept again.

Looking back, I saw Dad An and a few doctors glanced at each other, and made a speech to Sheng Yize: "Her memory is confused."

-

Sheng Yize convened all the doctors in Shengjia Hospital and held an expert meeting overnight to discuss countermeasures.

Sheng Yize stayed beside her bed. She slept very restlessly, as if troubled by a nightmare, exuding fine cold sweat from her forehead, and kept whispering.

"Xia Xia ... I'm here, don't be afraid ..." He whispered comfortably. An Xia Xia in his sleep seemed to hear his voice and gradually quieted down.

Sheng Yize sighed long like a heavy stone crushed in his heart.

Father Ann told him that the safest way is to go to psychotherapy to make her forget the past again.

"Don't think about it ... Xia Xia, you just remember what is happening now, don't remember anything before ..." Sheng Yize murmured.

He didn't want her to remember those dark memories, he didn't want her to live in the shadows and panic.

Better to forget than to forget.

Even if he forgets him, as long as she doesn't have to live in pain.

-

Waking up early in the morning, a gentle female doctor sat in bed and chatted with Anxiaxia.

Her voice was gentle and light, and An Xia Xia soon liked her and told her her messy memories.

"An uncle kept saying that he was going to pick me up and let me call his dad ... and my brother was carrying me, smashing other children, and I was on the Weibo, Hei Sheng Yize, and turned to him. It became my boyfriend ... "Anxiaxia said anxiously," I don't know which are true and which are fake ... "

After the doctor understood the situation, she smiled and touched her head: "It doesn't matter. Don't think about it if you can't tell the difference. Shall we go out and bask in the sun?"

"Ok."

The doctor took her to the garden and walked. She was tired after a while and sat on a bench to rest.

A soft, nice voice sounded, "Are you Anxiaxia?"