Bai Feng stayed in his room all day without leaving the house. Paintbrushes were randomly thrown around in the corner of the white house, and the oil paints smelled of turpentine. Bai Feng held the rabbit doll that was the same height as himself and looked out the window in ecstasy. The broken hair that had not been trimmed for a long time covered Bai Feng's eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly. The loose shirt was stained with paint and lost its original color. The room was eerily quiet, and the light rain outside the window hitting the bed did not add any joy to the room. The rain kept falling, and while Bai Feng was distracted, there was a tall man downstairs holding a black umbrella whose face could not be seen clearly. Bai Feng finally raised his head, with a hint of clarity in his eyes...
Purpose: The importance of psychotherapy