However, when she barged in, locked the door, and saw the person inside, she immediately felt as if she was rendered immobile, standing at the doorway, unable to move.
It was a scene of extreme stillness; in the silent hospital room, the window was wide open. The sunlight outside poured in, and the room was very bright.
And the man, wearing a hospital gown, was seated in the chair by the window, staring at the window, motionless, as if he had frozen there. Despite the wind outside blowing the curtains noisily onto his face and body, he showed no reaction.
It was as if his soul was no longer there.
Hu Xiaoyan stood there watching, and suddenly, memories of him from a year ago in Sweden came to mind.
Yes, at that time, he had schizophrenia, sometimes good, sometimes bad. When he was well, recalling the things he did when he was ill, he would be like this, sitting alone, like a statue; no one could enter his world.
