In the late autumn of 2014, Zhuang Henian received a special patient.
For two whole weeks, she appeared on time in the psychological consultation room on the second floor.
He sat for two hours at a time without saying a word.
Sometimes I was in a daze looking at the potted plants on his desk, and sometimes I was fascinated by the paintings hanging on the wall of his office.
But most of the time, I just lie down on the table and sleep lightly.
It was as if she came here just to catch up on her sleep.
Two weeks later, she suddenly disappeared and never set foot in this private hospital again.
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When we met again, it was at the coffee shop outside the institute.
She wore a black woolen coat and trousers of the same color. Her black hair was pulled up loosely, and there was a bloody scab at the end of her eye.
Her lips were as white as snow, and her complexion was the same.
This time there was no identity of doctor and patient. He took the initiative to sit in front of her like he did many years ago: "Did you come here to sleep instead this time, Chu Qing?"
He called the waiter to take his order, not expecting her answer.
However, uncharacteristically, what responded to him was no longer the silence trapped in the dust.
In the dusk, she raised her head.
The interweaving orange and pink glow outside the window is cut by different color blocks on the glass window.
Her face was mottled with light and shadow.
He heard her voice soft and ethereal.
"Dr. Zhuang, have you ever said a word to the people you care about?"
"A word that makes you regret it so much that it will be difficult to take it back in this life?"
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