Xia Yangyang inquired about the situation.
Dr. Anmie said, "She's emotionally stable at the moment, but I've discovered a terrible thing, which is that Miss Zhang has never taken her medication on time."
Xia Yangyang frowned.
This seemed a bit worse than she had imagined.
Xia Yangyang walked in.
Zhang Xinyi was sitting on the bed.
Directly in front of the large bed was a floor-to-ceiling window.
And beyond the window lay a boundless river view.
This made the entire room look very open.
The floor of the room was covered with a thick carpet.
There was no sound as Xia Yangyang entered.
Zhang Xinyi seemed completely unaware of her presence.
That expression was very similar to that of depression patients Xia Yangyang had encountered before.
They lived as if in their own world.
The people and things outside had no impact on them.
Even in the midst of a bustling crowd, the unshakeable gloom and loneliness followed them like a ghost.
