Every word these people said was recorded verbatim, Jiang Che even focused the lens on those few people, emphasizing the recording of their words.
In the past, when he heard people talking about his mental illness, he felt a bit irritated.
Because he was afraid that everything he encountered was fake, his family was fake, his lover was fake, his child was fake.
The word "disease" felt like a dream to him.
He was afraid that because of the disease, all of this was just his imagination.
But on that night when the moonlight poured down like silk, Ding Ning held his hand and softly told him it wasn't.
It wasn't his imagination; everyone was real too.
After that, he calmly accepted what others said; sometimes he would secretly listen to people discuss matters related to his mental illness.
Upon hearing skeptical words, he secretly felt pleased.
Now, as he recorded mental images, he secretly laughed.
