They said I was sick because I was always talking to someone who "didn't exist."
His name is Shen Yanlin. In the whole ward, I was the only one who could see him.
After I swallowed the bitter pill, he would secretly give me an imaginary sweet candy. Will cover my imaginary roaring ears on thunderstorm nights. When those people in white coats look at me with pity, they will give me the most understanding smile in the world.
The harder they tried to "heal" me, the tighter I clung to him - to my only color, my only echo, my only anchor in this pale room.
They said it was an illusion, a trauma, a refuge made up by the brain.
But I know it's not. Because when he looked at me, it felt so real—
Like a piece of snow that has long been frozen, the sound of rushing spring streams suddenly came from underneath.
Intention: Perfect you, I will always fall in love with you again, but no one knows that you are the lover who does not exist