For this matter, he tried countless methods, taking medicine, seeing a psychologist, hypnosis...
But no matter which one, in the end, they can't resist the curse of that nightmare.
David said that his knot was so deep that all treatments were ineffective.
If you want to have a soothing sleep in bed again, the only way is to open your heart.
David had asked him many times why he had such a deep knot in his heart.
But every time, he refused to answer the question.
Some things cannot be shared with others, even if that person is your best friend or your psychiatrist.
Thinking of this, Han Murphy put his hand on Xiaoxiao's waist and gently touched her smooth skin.
He and Xiaoxiao were really destined, probably from the beginning of their lives, everything was destined, just like back then... Suddenly, Xiaoxiao moved, an arm went around his shoulders, and held him in his arms.
The feeling of sweetness, happiness, and joy welled up from the depths of his heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
He is a person who is used to darkness, ugliness, resorting to unscrupulous means, and preying on the weak. It is absolutely impossible for him to let go of everything and return to the sunshine.
Pushing away Xiaoxiao, he got up and put on his clothes.
In the panic, the glass on the bedside table was knocked over with a "bang bang", hit the wall, and broke into pieces.
Looking at the mess on the ground, he frowned, bent down, and prepared to pick it up.
Suddenly, a laughing voice came from behind: "Murphy, what's wrong?"
His heart trembled, his hands trembled, and the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart in his palm made him frown tightly.
At this time, Xiaoxiao had already rushed over, grabbed his hand, and screamed: "Your hand is scratched!"
He has long been accustomed to pain.
He was not used to other people's concern at all.
He withdrew his hand forcefully and said, "It's okay. He probably didn't hurt any muscles or bones. Just put a piece of Bundy on it and it'll be fine."
Xiaoxiao seemed to completely disagree with him. He rushed into the bathroom and took a white towel, wrapped his hand, and then said sternly: "The wound is very deep, you must go to the hospital to bandage it immediately!"
He shook his head and said, "You are making a fuss out of a molehill. If you go to the hospital with such a minor injury, you will be laughed at."
But when he lowered his head, he was startled by the blood-stained towel. With the bleeding speed, he probably couldn't stop it without stitches.