Chapter 681
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Am I mentally ill?
Their mouths opened and closed, and Song Yaoyao's ears were buzzing. She shook her head, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier …
Her body started to fall.
"Plop —"
Song Yaoyao fell into the cold and dark depths of the sea. Those people seemed to be standing on the surface of the water, anxiously shouting her name. Separated by the water, the scene was distorted.
In the end, Song Yaoyao's memory stopped at a kind and compassionate face.
Sigh —
There was a sigh, accompanied by the scriptures.
"Abbess …"
Song Yaoyao's heart hurt, and she woke up with a shiver.
The man had a jacket draped over his shoulders, and he gently stroked her hair. "You're awake?"
"Brother …"
Song Yaoyao blinked slowly. "I think I had a dream …"
But when asked what kind of dream she had, she didn't seem to remember it clearly. She only remembered that her mind was filled with the Sanskrit scriptures, and the suffocating and frightening claustrophobic space.
"Hmm? What did you do? "
Huo Yunque played with her fingers, each of them as tender as scallions. His voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes.
"I …"
Song Yaoyao shook her head. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't describe them.
"I don't know," she said obediently.
"Heh …"
Looking at her confused look, Huo Yunque rubbed her hair, and gently lifted her to sit up. "If you can't remember, then don't say it. Dreams are always like this."
"But —"
Song Yaoyao mumbled, "It felt so real in the dream …"
Huo Yunque turned around, poured a cup of warm water, and handed it to Song Yaoyao's lips.
"You're just too tired. It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Song Yaoyao's head was swollen, and her mind was blank. Many of her memories were fragmented. However, her chest felt very heavy, as if there was an invisible hand holding a sharp awl, ruthlessly stabbing her heart again and again.
The water quenched his thirst and moistened his throat.
It also allowed Song Yaoyao to slowly organize those broken pieces of memory.
This was Huo Yunque's room. The main theme of the room was still cold. The bedsheets were arranged in bright colors according to Song Yaoyao's preferences. Plush dolls could be seen everywhere, just like in his dreams …
What else was there in the dream?
Song Yaoyao began to tremble from her fingertips. Her small face was pale as she gently pursed her lips.
This wasn't normal, she wasn't normal!
Song Yaoyao knew.
"Bro, bro, bro …"
Huo Yunque waited for a long time. What he waited for was the little girl raising her head, revealing a pair of bewildered and misty eyes.
She asked softly, "Big Brother, am I sick? Here … "
She tapped her head. "Sometimes, I don't feel like myself. I feel like a …"
A lunatic.
She slumped her shoulders. Her small body nestled in the big bed, looking even smaller.
"Do you hate me?"
"Do I look like a mental patient?"
"Or … a lunatic is more appropriate."
In the past, her parents always said that it was nothing. Her brother also said that he would take care of her for the rest of her life. Every time she woke up, they would only tell her that she had a heart attack. Song Yaoyao would never let them worry too much, but she could really sense that she was abnormal …
"I also …" She sniffled and wiped her tears in frustration. "I even bit you. At that time, I …"
The girl's small face was pale. Her tears were like a broken string of pearls, and soon, there was a wet mark on the blanket.
She clutched the corner of the blanket tightly. Her fingertips were pale without a trace of blood.
(End of chapter)
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