One wall of my consulting room is a window.
Outside the window is the Qinhuai River.
Huanhuan liked windows when he came here.
Every time he likes to lie down at the window and look outside.
I asked him, "What are Huanhuan looking at?"
He didn't answer me.
Still watching.
I don't know if the world I see is the same as his.
I don't know if he saw something that I couldn't.
His expression was focused.
But I also know.
He didn't see me at all.
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I'm sorry that I can't write any more due to the interruption in treatment.
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