Lin Shiyan was a respectable man with an iron fist, but he suffered from insomnia for three consecutive years.
He walked into a shabby psychological clinic in the old city, not for treatment - he just needed an excuse to buy medicine.
The psychiatrist Lin Lu saw through him at a glance: "You are not here to buy medicine."
He sneered: "Then what do you think I need?"
She didn't answer. Just adjust the lights in the consulting room to warm yellow.
Later, he lost control and kissed her on a thunderstorm night.
Later, he blocked all the swords and swords for her.
Later, she discovered that his cuffs were always tied as tightly as possible - like he had locked himself up for twenty-eight years.
"There's no lock here," she said.
He held her hand, his voice hoarse: "Then... Can you lock it once?"
Two-way redemption | Suspense sweet pet | He is the first to fall in love, but she is the first to admit defeat.
