Qin Yin lowered her eyes and walked back again. She sat back in the seat she had just occupied and looked at Li Yue.
"Go ahead, what's been bothering you?" Li Yue also sat back in his doctor's seat and asked Qin Yin.
Qin Yin looked up at him and asked, "Can you keep a patient's confidentiality?"
"Don't worry, as a professional psychologist, I have all the necessary professional ethics," Li Yue said softly.
Qin Yin nodded and spoke in a low voice, "I dream about my mother almost every night, the scene before she died. No matter what happens before, I always end up dreaming of that scene. Although each dream is different, the first half might be happy, might be sad, but no matter what it's like, it always ends with that scene."
Qin Yin spoke somewhat incoherently; thinking about the scenes in her dreams still made her feel tight and uncomfortable inside.
