Yuanyuan was real.
The shopping trip tonight was also real.
The ginkgo leaf wreath she wove was real too.
She had brought him back to the hospital, and that was real as well.
But in the end, he suddenly began to furiously condemn himself on the bed, questioning why he had left the City of Gods, like a madman having a hysterical fit.
Anyone who experiences such excessive, repetitive stress in a short period of time is very prone to breaking down. If drugs that forcibly suppress emotions are also involved, the situation worsens once the effect of the medication wears off.
Having gone through so much, the fact that he had not descended into madness was a miracle of mental fortitude.
"…" Yuanyuan watched him quietly, her eyes and eyebrows tinged with faint sorrow.
