Xiang Qinglan lowered her eyes gently, and there was a hint of complexity in her half-concealed eyes. If it was psychological, then it must be that incident. However, that scene was her nightmare, and she didn't want to think of it.
The intertwined bodies, the men's roars, the women's moans, and the wedding room she had decorated with her own hands were like sharp needles piercing her heart when she thought of them. Time and time again, it seemed like there would be no end.
The pain.
And she was very afraid of pain, so she didn't dare to think about it, really, she didn't dare to think about it.
"Ms. Xiang, you need to cooperate with us so that we can find out the cause of your illness. Don't you want to talk again?" The doctor looked at her hesitation and realized that he had guessed correctly.
How big a blow is a loss of voice. For people, it is an untouchable pain. With just one touch, it may be shattered into pieces. However, if she cannot take this step, then she cannot
Find your voice again.
Xiang Qinglan stood up, and finally smiled apologetically at the doctor. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she really couldn't talk about such a thing.
The doctor also stood up. The smile on his face was still very gentle, which made her feel no pressure at all. "Miss Xiang, I have a friend who studies psychology. This is his business card. The doctor took it out from his mouth.
With a business card, you can go to him, and maybe you will find your own voice." Her refusal was obvious, but she still hoped to give her some help. A single woman without a voice, her life
This shows how difficult it will be, and what she needs is not a doctor like him, but a good psychiatrist.
Thank you. Xiang Qinglan bent down to the doctor and silently said her thanks. She took the business card from his hand and put it away. She turned around and took a gentle breath, with a slight trace of emotion on her face.
Heavy, she also wanted to find her voice, but it seemed impossible.
After walking out of the hospital, the sunshine outside had already set very warmly, and wisps of breeze surfaced, but her mood was still a little heavy. She walked quickly, constantly passing by pedestrians, until she reached a house.
At the door of the boutique, she stopped, her eyes focused a little, and then she couldn't put them down.
There was a men's shirt inside. It was made of linen material and dark patterns. It had a very good drape feeling. She would look at this dress once every day. She liked this dress very much.
She really wanted to buy it for Qing. She always felt that it was very suitable for a man like Qing. Although Qing was just a big kid, she wanted to give him something he always lacked.
This dress is very beautiful and suits him very well, but the price is really high. She looked at her bag and chose it before walking in. As long as she could see Qing's smile, that would be better than anything else.
are all important.
Qing is now the focus of her life. He has brought her a lot of happiness. Although at a certain point, Qing may be her burden and encumbrance, but more importantly, he has injected so much into her life.
A ray of glorious sunshine made her heart no longer so cold.
With his life, she felt that she was alive and well.
He is no longer a walking corpse, and his heart that is so painful is healing, growing and becoming complete bit by bit.
When she opened the door, the people inside were surprised when they saw her, but they still greeted her warmly, very politely, but their smiles were naturally very professional.