After leaving a letter for Luo Sen, Baili Mu's mood suddenly felt like seeing the moon after the clouds dispersed, a clear sky in his mental world.
He quickly got up, ate breakfast, and then drove to Ailan Castle.
Listening to Ou Lan recount yesterday's events, Qin Qingnan had arranged a follow-up appointment for him there.
All the way, Baili Mu's lips bore a constant smile.
Ever since he was afflicted with this strange illness of dissociative identity disorder, he had read many books and real-life cases; this illness is very hard to cure.
Among those fortunate enough to be cured, most had taken a lot of medication, endured a lot of physical pain, and most cases involved one personality killing another, or even multiple personalities, ultimately leaving only one personality surviving.
Cases like his, where two personalities openly communicate, accept each other, and willingly merge to become a better self, are extremely rare.
Thus, he is the luckiest among the lucky ones.
