Is it the first time we meet, or is it a reunion?
"I remember you."
Is it the fate of past and present lives, or is it an interlocking machine?
"I'll take you away, toward the freedom we all dream of."
"I'm going with you, towards a tomorrow that is within our reach."
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Crazy criticism of sick beauty military doctor × abnormally gentle psychiatrist
Ice and snow are different. You want to warm the ice, but the ice will wait quietly as you approach step by step. You slowly warm it with your hands. No matter how long it takes, even if the water in the Yellow River runs out, it will not melt. Your hands feel so cold that they hurt. You tear the skin and flesh mixed with blood and heat from the ice and hide away. Bing will not blame you, he is still calm with a little regret and guilt, watching you go away.
But if you want to warm the snow, if you stretch your hand too quickly, the snow will hide away. You can only wait until the snow has finished and gathered into snowdrifts. You unpreparedly put your hand deep into the seemingly fluffy white snow, and then you felt the cold that pierced your bone marrow, and when the cold reached deep, it caused severe pain. He can't tear off your flesh, but he will warm you until you are as cold as him. He pulled his hand away, but the snow was already tightly attached to her, clinging to her and unable to get rid of her, letting the chill sink into her bones and letting love linger around her.
The psychiatrist who never fails encountered such a patient.
Intent: Freedom and love, we never give up singing