"I took out a piece of paper, and I no longer need to write down those terrifying thoughts. I wrote a poem, and I want to give it to my lover. I apologize to my lover! It's all my negligence towards her, and blaming her, that led her to depression. I am incapable and easily sulk; when my illness flares up, I just want to be alone. I don't want to see anyone. My lover brings me food, accompanies me, and yet I ignore her. In the Sensory Paradise, I was all alone, and suddenly I thought of her. During the time I was hospitalized, she came to see me several times and even sought psychological counseling outside, asking how she could support me. I feel ashamed in front of her. I want to live well and accompany her through the rest of our lives."
Wei Lian whispered, tears swirling in his murky eyes.
"Doctors, I am willing to continue participating in the follow-up."
"Okay, Wei Lian. Congratulations on your new transformation. We will follow up on your situation."
