Outside South China XX Psychiatric Hospital, Luo Wen's best friend Ni Yan arrived with a stern-faced uncle.
After the stern-faced uncle had handled the procedures, she could only look at Luo Wen through a pane of glass.
Now, Luo Wen was without makeup, wearing a hospital gown, her hair unkempt, her lips moving, seemingly saying something.
With a touch of heartache, Ni Yan asked the nurse, "What is she saying?"
The nurse replied, "It seems she keeps calling out for Yonghao, just Yonghao."
"Yonghao, the name of her brother," Ni Yan sighed. Maybe it would be more appropriate to say "son."
Ni Yan turned to the cold middle-aged man beside her, "Uncle Jiang, that Luo bastard is too inhuman, sending Wenzi to a psychiatric hospital like this. How can anyone stay here!"
"The heat hasn't passed yet, so this might be the best outcome for Miss Luo. Besides, given her current mental state, being here means she won't be disturbed," Jiang replied.
