I Killed the Hypnotist

Jian An has been having strange and continuous dreams. In the dream, her fiancé Yu Sitan, who died in a plane crash, kept asking her for help, leaving behind clues, hoping that one day Jian An could find him; but in reality, Jian An's psychotherapist Song Qinghe continued to hypnotize her, hoping to make her forget Yu Sitan, return to normal life, and return to herself. Song Qinghe was gentle and knowledgeable, with delicate and strong hands. He could make soup, draw a map on white A4 paper with a highlighter, and knock on Jian An's table to give careful instructions... When Jian An deliberately planned to escape from her control and stayed away all night, he suppressed his anger and lay quietly on her small bed, waiting. Most of his body was hidden in the darkness, with only his hair and the side of his face sunk deeply into the moonlight on the pillow. He slept very sweetly. "I feel like you're controlling me." Jian An bit a small strand of hair and said softly. "I just want to help you live happily." Song Qinghe looked at her, tilted his head and smiled. "Do you know why your hypnosis doesn't work on me?" Jian An tore off the sturdy information on the hypnosis chair and threw it on the small and noisy hourglass timer on the table. Song Qinghe watched in surprise as she opened her palms. There was blood inside, which had been pricked with his razor.