The road from Jin City Psychiatric Hospital was filled with sycamores.
It was November, and the autumn air was refreshing. The sycamores on the path were golden and glorious, and the branches swayed as leaves fell.
Ruan Chu walked alone on the sidewalk, her mind replaying what Ji Linbai had said in the Psychiatric Department. Everything about Gu Yang in the past few months kept flashing through her mind.
It turned out that during her darkest times, someone had been silently healing and warming her.
In a luxury car on the streets of Jin City, Fu Sheng and Tang Qiaoqiao quietly sat side by side in the back seat.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Fu Sheng saw a familiar figure by the roadside. He rolled down the window.
Tang Qiaoqiao was chatting happily with Fu Sheng about the entertainment industry. When she saw Ruan Chu by the roadside, her smile instantly froze.
