Gong Ye's face was calm, and he nodded slightly.
His figure was tall, even sitting lazily on the sofa, he towered over the doctor opposite him.
He still remembered clearly how Hua Shiyu once hugged him tightly.
Repeatedly whispering in his ear, "Gong Ye, you're not dreaming, I am real. You have to believe me, I'll lead you out of the dream..."
Now, he's out.
From that dark place, he stepped into the bright world.
But she has disappeared.
Two hundred days have passed...
If all the beautiful moments about her were just a dream, he would rather never wake up.
Doctor Liang looked down, flipping through the medical records in front of him, and began his routine inquiry.
"Do you still feel like you're living in a dream?"
"It's not a dream, it's real..."
"Do you still feel emotionally agitated, irritated, or have suicidal thoughts? Like wanting to hurt someone to vent your anger?"
Gong Ye's face remained calm, "No!"
