"I don't want you to pretend like nothing has happened; I want you to understand that no matter what you've been through, you're no longer the child you once were; now, no one can hurt you."
Rong Heng once heard Gu Lan say that someone in Wei Chengyuan's situation needed a doctor for the heart, a psychologist, and he felt like he had become one himself now.
He watched as Wei Chengyuan's emotions seemed to calm down before saying, "To bid farewell to the past, you must first understand it."
Wei Chengyuan raised his head with difficulty and said:
"Rong, Rong Heng, you're right. I need to see Wei Junzhuo."
"Alright," Rong Heng replied.
His fingertip brushed across the copper coin tied to his wrist, and he whispered in his heart, Lanlan, I've done as you said, so you must promise me... that you'll be alright!
The night was as dark as ink. In early winter, the cold wind crept into the camp, flickering the candle on the table.
