He is real, but why don't you believe me? Song Huaiyu buried his head deeply into his knees and kept chanting.
"Mr. Song, who is he to you?" The psychiatrist asked.
"My lover" Song Huaiyu raised his head and looked straight at him, without any warning, a tear slipped down his face.
"Then what's his name?"
Song Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, "Xia Farewell",
"I couldn't find him," he said to himself, "I looked for everyone, even went to the temple, 1 him, him"
"Speak slowly, what did this person say?" The psychiatrist patted his back gently.
His throat was tight, and even his breathing was slightly choked. The psychiatrist clearly felt that his whole body was shaking. After a while, he softly said, "The fate is over."
Intention: I would like to sleep on the pillow of Huangliang, dreaming of the wind, the moon, and the world.