By the time Lin An returned from Doctor Zhang's clinic, it was already dark. After coming home and freshening up, he lay quietly on his bed, exhaling wearily.
Recently, a series of events had happened one after another, as if unfolding each day, making him feel increasingly tense.
In the stillness of the night, his settled thoughts seemed to become more active.
Lin An's gaze flickered as he lay in bed.
Suddenly, he turned his head towards the Ugly Head, trembled in shock, and cried out, "Ah ah ah, don't eat me, don't eat me, I don't taste good!"
Lin An rolled his eyes, "You look quite unappetizing, it won't happen."
Moreover...
He actually didn't quite believe what his masked self had said.
He wasn't that foolish to believe whatever others said, it was important to observe a matter from various angles to make a final judgment.
"You say..."
"I'm really repressed and numb?"
