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"There are two worlds hidden in the fog of Jinghu Lake - one is the bitterness of the camphor trees in the clinical psychology classroom of H University, and the other is the blue wallpaper wrapped in disinfectant water in the sanatorium. I always wake up in the morning light holding the clinical case book, but when I close my eyes, I touch the blue flower pen on the collar of my white coat. The water droplets condensed on the tip of the pen are also filled with the moisture of the underground ward in my dreams." And those clues hidden in blue paper flowers, old-fashioned clocks, and fake medicine bottles will eventually guide her to see clearly: the fog in Jinghu Lake is never a cage that traps people, but a signal for every injured soul waiting to be "seen" - just like what she learned in clinical psychology class, healing is never about correcting "abnormalities", but about allowing every ignored pain to tell the truth in the light.