There is an excellent psychiatrist who has enlightened many people, but he has never been able to enlighten himself. He has seen all over the world with his eyes. He said he wanted to be a psychiatrist. He leaned on his shoulder, talking, and stretched his hands to the sky to gesture, but in the end it turned into a regretful and regretful result, like the rules arranged by God. I am not a god, and I cannot change the direction of the ending. The ending is like a scrawled poem. I changed the course of writing, but the ending is still the same.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
