Five years ago, she was his psychiatrist. He is paranoid to the point of illness, and she is gentle and patient. On the day the treatment ended, he held her wrist and said, "Jiang Mian, I only have you." She smiled and pulled out her hand: "Mr. Jiang, you are cured."
Five years later, he "invited" her into the car at the door of the cafe and locked her into the top floor of the Jiang family villa. Strange, indifferent, unable to remember who he was - a memory was wiped out of her, leaving only broken fragments: a white consulting room, a signed agreement, and a cold profile.
"You owe me an answer." He imprisoned her and never left her.
But Jiang Shixu didn't know that Jiang Mian's return this time was partly involuntarily and partly her own choice. She vaguely remembered what she had lost, and the only clue was in this crazy man.
He thought he was imprisoning her, but she was healing him step by step.
Until the night when her memories came back, she remembered everything: he knelt down and begged her not to leave; tears wet the three pages when she signed the agreement; the last thing she said before being wiped away by the drug was - "Jiang Shixu, if there is a next life, I will find you before you do."
With red eyes, he pressed her into his arms, his voice trembling: "I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Later he let her go. Because he almost hurt her during an attack, he saw the fear in her eyes for the first time - he was actually afraid. He locked himself in a mental hospital and didn't send a single letter a day. He only wrote the same sentence repeatedly: "Jiang Mian, I admit that I am sick. Are you still willing to treat me?"
And after she received the pile of letters, she sat on the balcony all night, her eyes red and dry, dry and red again.
