It seemed as though ancient scholars, beauties, merchants, and courtesans' laughter mixed inside.
Gu Ran stood on the bridge, gazing at the river beneath.
No matter how bustling the bridge was or how hazy the reflection in the water, the river still emanated a tranquil, chill solitude, akin to a heartless dream.
He then thought of "Iceberg Therapy," indifferent in dreams or reality, his mind was only partially engaged, unaffected for the most part.
Even for Tong Ling, an early and talented psychologist, "Iceberg Therapy" could only be executed within dreams.
In reality, for those without specific psychological traits, only Zhuang Jing, the developer of "Iceberg Therapy," could achieve such detachment, Gu Ran knew.
After buying some food in Old East Gate, everyone leisurely headed back to the hostel.
It was getting late, and with an hour's journey back, they decided to persuade Chen Ke to stay.
"Can you sleep?" Chen Ke was also tempted.
