At Nan Yu Hospital's entrance, inside a temporary tent.
Daylight looked at Xiong Xuan, whose eyes were red and who choked up several times, and even she couldn't help but feel some heartache.
Young people are always like this, investing themselves wholeheartedly without understanding the depths, until they are wounded all over.
"You didn't do anything wrong, don't blame yourself," Daylight comforted, while pushing the red tea she was supposed to drink herself toward him, "I also feel sympathy for mental patients, but having seen too many over the years, and watching them inevitably fall into the abyss time after time, I had to choose to become desensitized. Some people just can't be saved, it's part of the natural cycle, an inescapable note in the evolution of rules. What we can do is stay away, not to look, not to listen, and let them complete their lives in as harmless and free a way as possible."
