Under the unfinished morning light is a cold silver light...
The cold-blooded psychiatrist was attacked by a "voyeur"
Shen Yan's life is as ordinary as ever. His hair color, his dress, and his personality are all trying to be different, but this is just like a pebble falling into turbulent water, it is just the dust in the earth, and it soon dissipates...
"Will you believe me?"
"Can I go down together?"
The sounds of his memory gradually distorted.
Well, he is a social animal.
The bell rang at four o'clock in the morning, and Shen Yan, who had just woken up, felt a wave of irritation in his body and mind. Thanks to his good temper, otherwise he would have unscrewed the head of the unqualified thing outside the door that morning.
Those voices surrounded his career like ghosts.
"Dr. Shen... I want to go to college..."
"Doctor Shen... Am I sick..."
"My parents have given up on me, go back, doctor."
"Doctor Shen..."
We hope that even if you are buried in midsummer, the catkins in spring will hold up your heavy body. Do you like to drink warm tea? Early winter, unnecessary warmth, self-loathing giving...
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