Xia Fanxing walked out of the gate of the University of Science and Technology, with his hands in his pockets, wearing a hat, and his head lowered.
He didn't rush to take a taxi home to shut himself away but instead wandered aimlessly along the road outside the university.
He was pondering Ning's words and contemplating what the next counseling session might be like.
...
When Xia Fanxing returned home that day, he somehow felt that time seemed to pass particularly slowly.
He gained some strength from Mr. Ning's office, but it didn't even last a day for him.
Afterward, he started feeling listless again, sleeping early, waking up early, his mind incessantly wandering, often coming up with all sorts of chaotic, sorrowful, and despairing thoughts.
It was somewhat better during the day, but the nights were harder for him to endure.
Most of the time, he felt very anxious.
Finally, it was the Wednesday morning he had arranged with Mr. Ning.
