In my dreams, I always see my mother rolling down the stairs.

The sound of pearls falling on the wooden staircase took over the entire dream.

Returning to his feet, warm blood splashed on his face, as if it had happened in the last second.

It's terrifyingly real to the touch.

Wen Yabao was awakened from a nightmare.

Nana heard the movement, immediately put down the computer in her hand, and ran in quickly.

hugged Wen Yabao, who was sitting blankly on the hospital bed.

"Sister Yabao, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Nana has been eating and living with Wen Yabao recently, so she is very aware of her mental state.

After sleeping for less than two or three hours, you will be awakened.

Even if you are extremely tired, you can't sleep the light of day.

"I'm dreaming too late again."

Gui Wan died too heroically, and Wen Yabao witnessed the whole process.

Almost close your eyes, and that image comes to mind.

Each time it becomes clearer and clearer, linking the memories of youth, as if the shoots that have broken the ground are gradually growing.

"Shall we go to the temple to worship? Please have a peace charm to press? Every time I hear Wen Yabao talk about returning late, Nana always feels a cold chill rushing up from the soles of her feet.

It's cold, it's weird and scary.

"It's not a problem to have nightmares like this!"

Nana rested her chin on Wen Yabao's shoulder, and said solemnly: "Mr. Shao has also been here, and it is estimated that he is going to the bottom." The flowers and fruits he brought were all taken and distributed to the nurses' station. ”

It's good to be back.

Wen Yabao was at ease, but had a terrible headache.

She always had a strange thought in her heart, and she lingered in her dreams every night.

It was like there was something I wanted to tell her.

That...... What happened upstairs when she showed up downstairs in the Guiwan apartment?

"Won't it be in vain to die later?"

This thought blurted out, and Nana was taken aback by Wen Yabao.

"The Public Prosecutor's Office has decided that it was a suicide. Sister Yabao, you must be frightened to think cranky. Do you want to ask God to worship Buddha, let's find a psychiatrist to see if it's okay? ”

Nana listened to Wen Hualan chatting with the doctor and mentioned a word - PTSD.

Post-traumatic stress disorder.

With Wen Yabao's current state, Nana is almost certain that she needs psychological counseling from a doctor.

"I'm fine."

Wen Yabao resists doctors, especially psychiatrists, "It will be fine after a while." ”

It must have been too many accidents during this time, causing her to be too nervous to keep having nightmares.

It's good to get busy.

Nana sighed helplessly: "Are you hungry, do you want to order a meal?" ”

The nutritious meal in the VIP ward tasted very good.

24 hours, available at any time, also very convenient.

"Well, you go and order food for me!"

Nana let go of Wen Yabao, and was caught back by her in an instant.

"Let me hug me again." The aggrieved little milk voice.

It's okay to give her a life.

Nana could only helplessly take out her mobile phone and call the nurse to order food.

The beauty is coquettish, and Nana has no resistance at all.

Half an hour later, a hearty brunch was served.

Wen Yabao freshened up, and Nana ate some with her.

After finishing the meal, it was already 12 noon.

Wen Yabao ate very little, and after eating for half an hour, he spread a yoga blanket in the living room and stretched.

Nana held the iPad and read the next itinerary to Wen Yabao.

Wen Hualan posted two versions of the itinerary plan, the first version was very full, and the second version was nearly half less.

It is specially marked at the end, and the latest version shall prevail.

The rest are relatively sophisticated projects.

And most of them are more than a month later, leaving enough time for her to recover.