Bai Nuan remembered this, she was still going to give him the handiwork she made herself, but when she returned home, she found that he was gone.

"You used to ask me why I don't like to talk, why I don't dare to sleep in bed......"

"Because I'm afraid, those fears are so deep in my bones that I can't say it......" Every time she was very kind to him, he wanted to tell her everything about him, but he couldn't say it.

Young children, they can't survive those crazy days.

"I stayed here until I was nine years old."

"When I was nine years old, I went abroad with my mother."

"Because I refused to communicate and was silent, she took me to the hospital and saw a psychiatrist." An Yang chuckled, choking with a desolate voice, he took another step towards her, and the two of them were very close.

As soon as you stretch out your hand, you can hold the distance between each other.

But neither of them stretched out their hands.

"Psychiatrists, it's their people."

He managed to escape from the nightmare, and just like that, he fell into it again, he couldn't climb out at all, he couldn't do anything, he didn't even have the possibility of struggling.

Year after year, his mother had no idea what was happening to him, only that he was getting more and more withdrawn.

She was busy with work and all kinds of socializing.

As the money grew, he became more and more withdrawn.

Even sometimes a sentence from a "psychiatrist" can make her feel at ease to leave him there for a few months......

He ran once, and he got even more terrible treatment.

He was locked up in a small dark room, the kind of place where he couldn't see his fingers, and there was no light, and those people gave him fragments of mirrors, telling him that he couldn't survive anymore and that he could kill himself.

Why commit suicide?

Even those bizarre evil thoughts dragged him into the abyss over and over again.

"Nuan Nuan ......" his voice was already very hoarse and hoarse, as if he couldn't speak, as if his throat was blocked by something, he was in the dark, looking at his only light.

The light that sustained him through.

He wasn't dead, he was close to going crazy, and there was only one thought in his heart: to get through and return to her.

He loves his warmth, so much so that he remembers her even if he goes crazy.

"Alright." Bai Nuan couldn't listen anymore, the tip of her nose was a little sour, she took a breath, reached out and grabbed his arm, and took a step forward.

"Don't cry." The fingertips brushed the dampness from the corners of his eyes, and Bai Nuan's heart softened, and it was a mess.

Her youth, who crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and walked through countless thorns, returned to her even though he was covered with scars.

"Nuan Nuan, listen to me if it's intact."

He had to tell her, or he might not have the courage to do so in the future.

He can strategize anything, but only for her, he always feels timid, afraid that she doesn't like her, afraid that she will be annoyed, afraid that she doesn't want him......

He was terrified.

"At the age of fourteen, I found an opportunity, ruined their place, and escaped."

From the age of nine to fourteen, he spent five years in the dark.

A word from his mouth, who knows what kind of torture he has experienced.

That person, he always said that he wanted to study the psychology of people, so he had them......

How scary, isn't it?

"It took me four full years to have the courage to go back again."

"I'm afraid I can't control myself and will hurt you......"

Five years have carved something into his bones.

He spent four years growing up.

Nuan Nuan, the only role of time is to let me grow and grow to have enough self-control to come back to you.