The sky took on a sickly gray color, like a face turned purple due to long-term lack of oxygen. Thick dark clouds hang low over the rusty iron fence of the "Sunshine Mental Hospital". Occasionally, a few crows with shrill cries land on the word "" that is crooked due to disrepair, leaving behind a puddle of white bird droppings before fluttering away.
Li Ping'an stood in front of the window of the dean's office, holding a cup of freshly brewed wolfberry tea in his hand, pushing up the non-existent pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose (these were flat glasses he bought specifically to make himself look more like an expert), and sighed deeply.
"What a sin."
Li Ping'an looked out the window at the grassy yard and the patients in the yard wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns and behaving strangely. His heart was filled with the despair of a newly graduated master's degree in psychology.
