In the game of genius, there is no winner or lose, only shared death...
Qishan looked at the absent black umbrella and carefully asked her nephew. Qishuze shook his head and only remembered that he lent it to the "brother" in the painting...
Qi Shuze knew that no one could understand him, only he could see it. Since what he could see, it was true...
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Several psychiatrists involved in the treatment vowed to do so until they participated in Qi Shuze's treatment, but ended up in mental hospitals one after another...
What on earth did he see?
"I am Qishan, Qi Shuze's aunt, Qisheng's sister, maybe some people still remember me.
By the time you see this statement, I should already be in the hospital receiving treatment. I have always believed in the world I know... Now, I suspect that I am sick. Maybe all of this is just what I saw, maybe I made it up, and I may be trapped in my own spiritual world..." This is the last paragraph Qishan left on the social platform.
After all, what is true...
Intention: I'm always here, don't be afraid, move forward