"Look at you, your whole life's been tragic enough. Last time I saw you was in the labor camp, and now I see you again, it's in a mental hospital, ai... What on earth have you been through." Ding Dongqin helped Ye Qing towel her hair dry while muttering, "Your mom actually treats you pretty well. Every time she comes she brings you all kinds of food and daily stuff, tells you stories about your past. Think about it, you've been listening to this for so many years now, how come there's still not the slightest reaction from you."
Ye Qing's eyes stared blankly into the distance, unfocused, so you couldn't tell what exactly she was looking at. Ding Dongqin talked, and she didn't react.
