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Or share. Or companionship. It is difficult for Lin Zixuan to define what she thinks of this netizen. It just seemed that he appeared just before she left the country and stayed with her through so much. Across the screen, there is no longer the shackles of real identity. She was dependent on him, or on her. Without the barrier of the screen, with the bonus of reality. Lin Zixuan seemed unable to face this netizen, this psychiatrist who had eavesdropped on the thoughts of countless girls.