After the Benefactor Faked His Death, Dr. Qin's Medicine Was Unavailable.

When the neon lights of the bar "Abyss" smelled of alcohol, Meng Anran stopped the man who was pestering Qin Zhiyi for the third time - this was the sixth time that month that the girl was trembling after being touched, and her fingertips were clenched until her palms turned white. She asked her bodyguards to take away the troublemaker, then turned around and put the suit smelling of cigarette smoke on Qin Zhiyi. The cold woody fragrance wrapped it in the tightness unique to bipolar disorder: "From now on, you follow me." Qin Zhiyi is an orphan without a father and mother. The shadow of being touched makes her accustomed to washing her arms with cold water repeatedly; Meng Anran is a daughter who was extorted from her stepfather by a gambler. Her father's monthly living expenses of 500,000 yuan cannot fill the void, so she can only rely on clenching her knuckles and twenty packs of cigarettes to suppress the irritability during the manic period. She asked Qin Zhiyi to go to college, but she gave her the apartment access card: "Don't go where I don't allow it." When the leather wristband was wrapped around their wrists, they both laughed at the other as a madman - one clinging to control, the other trapped in self-criticism, a perfect match in the abyss. In order to cure her illness, Qin Zhiyi changed his studies to psychology and became a famous doctor in the industry, but he could not relieve the depression in Meng Anran's eyes. When she was 35 years old, Meng Anran asked her to buy a specific brand of cigarettes. When she returned, only a blackened room and a burnt and deformed bracelet were left. Qin Zhiyi fell asleep holding the black-and-white photo and murmured "You said you wouldn't leave me" at midnight. Meng Anran, who was thousands of miles away, was swallowing pills and staring at the secretly taken photos of her to survive the treatment. Three years later, when she returned with a different name, what awaited her was not a hug, but Qin Zhiyi's indifference. Until she was blocked in the apartment, the girl's eyes were red and she clenched her wrist tightly: "Don't Mr. Shi love freedom? I will give it back to you." This time she would be hers alone.