The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 1816: Post-traumatic Stress Disorder

Chapter 1816: Post-traumatic Stress Disorder

Yun Shaojun was stunned for quite a while before he glanced around. When he saw his once-favorite aunt, Anling Yan, his playful uncle, Anling Yao, and Anling Yang, whose hair was now much whiter than before, his mind finally began to clear.

“Grandpa.” A crying voice escaped from Yun Shaojun’s mouth, “Grandpa, where are my parents? They… they are dead, right?”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Anling Yang held him tightly and choked out, “Junjun, it’s Grandpa’s fault. I couldn’t save your father and mother. It’s all Grandpa’s fault!”

“Dad! Mom!” Yun Shaojun yelled and wailed.

After all, Yun Shaojun was only eight years old. When he confirmed his parents’ death, he broke down and bawled his eyes out.

Anling Yuan’s wife had always adored these two children. With tears welling up in her eyes, she said, “As long as you and Anan are alive, that’s all that matters. From now on, Junjun and Anan will stay with us. We’ll take care of you like you were our own children, alright?”

After crying for what felt like ages, Yun Shaojun finally dried his tears, his eyes blazing with anger. “Grandpa, it was the Golden Crow Tribe. Uda, that monster, killed my mom and dad! I will avenge them!”

“Your parents have been avenged,” Anling Yao said quickly. “Junjun, you must thank Xi Yue. He killed the Golden Crow Tribe with the help of Mr. Xi Weizhi. Even Uda was killed by them.”

Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long moment before he finally sat up in bed and bowed deeply to Xi Yue in grat.i.tude.

Xi Yue gently patted Yun Shaojun on the shoulder, signaling that such formalities weren’t necessary. His gaze then s.h.i.+fted to the little girl, Yun Anxin.

Throughout all that had just happened, Yun Anxin kept her head down, her face pale and body trembling. She seemed lost in her own world, unable to snap out of it.

Xi Yue’s warm hand gently touched Yun Anxin’s forehead. She immediately started trembling violently, as if she was terrified and wanted to pull away.

But suddenly, she seemed to sense something. Timidly, she lifted her head, her eyes locking onto Xi Yue.

“Anan, are you okay?” Anling Yao asked nervously, “Does it hurt anywhere else? Let me take a look!”

As soon as Anling Yao spoke, Yun Anxin was terrified as she grabbed onto Xi Yue’s hand. Like a frightened little rabbit, she hid behind Xi Yue, trembling all over.

No matter who it was, anyone other than Xi Yue and Yun Shaojun who tried to speak or get close to Yun Anxin made her look terrified, her face going deathly pale. When Anling Yao tried to forcefully treat her, she was so scared that she fainted, her face turning ashen.

“Anan!” Yun Shaojun’s face went pale with fear as he held his unconscious sister tightly, refusing to let go.

“It’s post-traumatic stress disorder.” Xi Yue shook her head, gazing at Yun Anxin’s pale face with a voice full of pity.

“Mr. Xi, what are you talking about?”

Xi Yue sighed and said, “Anan has been through too much trauma and fear, causing her to shut down emotionally. This isn’t something that can be treated physically; it’s psychological. Even I can’t help with this.”

“Then… what should we do?”

Xi Yue gently stroked the girl’s forehead and said after a pause, “As long as she is well cared for, and she can forget the pain of the past and experience happiness, she will slowly recover.”

Yun Shaojun’s eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists as he declared, “I will take good care of my sister.”

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