Sitting on the single sofa was a young man in his early thirties.

The man's skin is fair, it seems to be born cold white, but it is not the kind of unhealthy white, it is the innate white, his hair is slightly curly brownish-black, it looks very soft, and it can't help but make people feel an urge to get a handful.

But the man's facial features are very tough, with a unique charm of a mature man.

The man's nose is very straight and delicate, even the nose is narrow and small, which shows a kind of superiority. His mouth is not too small, but it is a little wide, but fortunately, his lips are light and ruddy, which is cleverly concealed, which looks like it adds a sexy feeling.

He wears a pair of silver-framed, round-lens glasses, and under these two lenses, there is a pair of deep eyes, in his two dark brown pupils, it is hidden, it is difficult to hide, it is a keen insight that will be unconsciously revealed at some moments, but it is such a rare astuteness that he deliberately concealed, but it revealed a calm color that is not shocked, giving people a sense of stability that can be trusted and relied on. As long as people look into his eyes, they will involuntarily fall into it, let go of some defenses, and are willing to talk to him about everything.

The man was wearing a white low-necked sweater, the style of the sweater was very simple and clean, without too much decoration, but it looked a little bigger, and it looked loose. The same goes for the man's trousers, which are a pair of linen-colored wide-leg pants, which are also one size larger than his own figure, and he wears white sneakers in light tones that match his whole body.

The man's body leaned slightly, leaning on the right side of the sofa, his right elbow was casually propped on the armrest of the sofa with a white coat, and he was holding a black pen in his hand, which was on his left leg, and also on his left leg there were several pages of folded white paper, on which were written a few lines of handwritten words, which were gently pinched by the man's left hand.

The man held the pen in his right hand and the paper in his left, leaned forward again, his head slightly to the right, and his eyes stared intently ahead.

It looks like he's listening carefully and ready to take notes.

And he's staring at the moment, and she's a girl.

Compared to a year ago, the girl's appearance and body shape have changed dramatically.

Now the girl has shoulder-length hair, but at this time, it is not tied up, it is scattered on the sides. But as before, it was tightly covered from her face.

But the girl's face was much whiter than it had been a year ago, but it was not the same healthy cold white as the man, she was a bloodless, sickly white.

On this pale face, there are a pair of sunken, large eyes, under the eyelids are cyan dark circles and bulging eye bags, as well as two white, colorless lips, and because the cheeks are really sunken, the nose bridge looks more erect.

The girl's face was several times smaller than before, and there was no flesh on her pointed chin, as if there was only one skin on the bone of her face.

That is not to mention her figure, the girl is now extremely thin, very thin, it is no exaggeration to say, she is now only a few bones of the body structure, just a skinny and pitiful appearance, as if it can be easily blown away by the wind.

The girl wore black flat shoes, which showed her extraordinarily bulging ankles, and at the same time, she wore a pair of dark jeans, which should have been a little tight, but they looked much looser on the girl. She was wearing a black sweatshirt on her upper body, but because the girl was too thin, the sweatshirt looked a lot wider, and the girl looked empty under this sweatshirt. The hat, which was still a little heavier, was still dragging downward, and it pulled the neckline and moved it all back, so that the front collar of the sweatshirt pressed against the girl's throat, revealing her thin, protruding shoulder blades.

The girl straightened her back, put her hands on each knee, and sat upright, but she kept her head down, staring at the three pots of green plants in front of her.

"Yes." The girl opened her mouth and slowly spat out a word, which was a response to the man's question, but her voice was so small that it would be difficult to hear if it weren't for the silence in the room.

"Did you try to eat something today?" The man continued to ask, his voice softer than the girl's, but in a way that the girl could hear. He still kept a certain distance from the girl, and he did not overcome.

"Mom made a bowl of wine-stuffed dumplings." The girl opened her mouth to respond, but it was a non-answered, ambiguous answer, she was still very quiet, her tone was flat, except that when the girl said the word "mother" aggravated the tone, but it was said quickly, the rest of the words alone could not hear the girl have any emotions.

"Mom made it, it should be delicious, right?" Although the girl's answer was neither affirmative nor deniable, the man seemed to know exactly what her answer to the previous question was.

But the girl did not continue to answer the question that the man had just asked, but she still maintained a sitting posture, looking at the potted plant in front of her, and there was still no expression on her face, even her eyes were very indifferent, without fluctuation, even when she mentioned her beloved mother.

The man didn't urge the girl, he looked at the girl anyway, and he didn't change any of his postures.

After a few more minutes, the girl finally spoke.

"Spit up." It was a two-word reply, but the girl's voice was softer and faster.

After hearing the girl's answer again, the man slowly leaned back, bowed his head slightly, and wrote a few words on the paper on his lap with the black pen in his right hand.

After he had finished writing, the man looked at the girl again, and just as he was about to say something, the girl suddenly interrupted him.

"It's time."

After hearing this, the man turned his head and looked at the coffee table beside him, but at this time, the numbers on the silent timer on the coffee table were all reduced to zero.

"Well, yes, let's stop here today." The man said, placing both the pen and paper on the couch where he was sitting, and then, propping himself on the armrests of the couch, he lowered his left leg on stilts, and made a motion to get up.

After the girl heard the man's words, she also stood up slowly, but she was one step faster than the man.

After waiting for the man to stand up as well, the man is facing the girl, and the girl is facing him sideways.

"Don't worry too much, your condition has improved a lot compared to when you first came, as long as we continue to treat, everything will be fine, everything will return to normal. I know it's hard, but, don't give up, okay? The man looked down at the girl, not approaching her, but only whispering.

The girl's body shook as she heard the man speak, and she stretched out her left hand and pulled the hat that pulled her collar down, causing her to drag it down, and lifted it up again. But the girl did not let go of her hand, nor did she look at the man, she just turned her head sideways and looked at the window to her right.

It was still very gloomy outside the window, but there were no traces of raindrops on the window pane.

The girl looked out of the window for a while, and then, opening her mouth slightly, and squirming a few times, but without making a sound, she closed it again, and then she opened it again, but there was still no sound.

Finally, the girl lowered her left hand and turned to the man, she looked up at the man, and immediately lowered her head, looked at her toes, and spoke.

"Can I go?"