There seem to be two people living inside the body, one is dull and has no desire, like a blank sheet of paper, following wherever the wind blows, while the other seems to be very painful and sad, curled up in a corner, occasionally flashing bits and pieces of memory Fragments, occasionally reacting to the words that touched her heart.
Lin Siwan is very contradictory now. On the one hand, he seems to be out of tune with this world, he doesn't know this world, and he has passed by, but on the other hand, she seems to be inextricably linked with this place, but she seems to be afraid of being pricked by a hedgehog., dare not take a step forward
This kind of splitting and pulling, sometimes when you wake up, you feel like you are yourself and you don't know who you are for a moment, and nothing can cause emotional fluctuations. It's not very easy to feel, as if a person was torn apart into two halves, no matter which half belongs to you.
In the middle of this vortex of contradictions, she couldn't tell which one was her true self. Her memory seemed to be selectively shielded and crushed.
She might actually be sick.
Lin Siwan walked numbly to the front of the table, picked up the pen, and slowly wrote the three words Zhang Zhenyuan, and then slowly wrote a sentence.
He is the same, and I, sick, painful, uncomfortable.
It seemed that something had inserted into him, separating the memories that belonged to her piece by piece. Now Lin Siwan could only recognize the people around him by feeling. She sat by the window all night yesterday and didn't sleep all night. But this morning, I suddenly couldn't remember what happened yesterday.
It's just that the name that feels unfamiliar and familiar makes her heart tremble slightly, like pain, and like acid.
So she's going to take a look.
It's not that I didn't wear the knitted sweater this morning, nor that I didn't know I was cold, but looking at the knitted sweater and suddenly forgetting how it came from? I thought I was taking clothes for others.
Her condition is not normal.
She went to find the medicine, the medicine was still easy to find, and he could turn it in every bag, but he didn't know what their function was? According to the instructions carefully, he took out the medicine and took it, wrote it on the piece of paper, finished the medicine and the dose of each medicine, and finally carefully put the paper and pen on his body.
What happened to the sick person? Is it very, very important to her?
And who is she?
She is so messed up.
Can't find it clearly, can't find anything clearly.
The drug contained very mild sleep and sedatives. While driving, looking out the window, Lin Siwan suddenly fell asleep.
Mu Xiami turned around and saw that she was asleep, so she stopped the car and didn't wake Lin Siwan.
She slightly opened the window a very small gap, and covered Lin Si with a dress before leaving.
She is going to see Zhang Zhenyuan's condition.
But in fact, Lin Siwan didn't sleep for a long time, and soon woke up. Looking at the unfamiliar environment in front of her, her eyes showed an incomparable innocence.
Why is she here?
She got out of the car and looked at the unfamiliar environment. She was very confused. She opened her mobile phone and just clicked on Weibo. She logged in to her account, and the ID named dream appeared instantly.
She suddenly patted her forehead.
She remembered, her name was dream, and she was an illustrator.
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