When the door to the basement opened, the memory floodgates that were blocked in Yi Tian's mind were opened.

The Sakura wine wasn't high, it wasn't that strong, and he wasn't drunk.

Lu Zheng's psychiatrist, he is indeed quite a great psychiatrist.

He said he was going to take Yi Tian to see something, and then, he was taken to the basement.

In the basement, there are some old objects, old furniture, and a lot of old books on psychology.

On one shelf, there were notes on psychology that his father had made.

In that basement, Lu Zheng had a frank heart-to-heart conversation with Yi Tian.

He said that he wanted to tell Yi Tian a story about himself, in which Luo Ya sang the main character.

He talked about his father, about his first meeting with Loya.

He talked about his father's mental problems because of Loya's case, and then locked himself in his room until he finally ended his life by suicide.

There is an old sofa in the basement, and a chair.

He said it was the last chair his father sat in that year, and he sat on it and began his story.

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For so many years, I had that dream almost every day, and it was a real dream.

That day, my mother asked me to go upstairs to see my father one last time.

At that time, I no longer recognized my father's appearance, and his hair and beard had not been taken care of for a long time.

He sat quietly in a chair in the study upstairs, like a wild man in a primeval forest.

In the middle of the night, the last image of my father always had to come to the dream a few times.

Soon after my father died, my mother followed.

I'm the only one left in the world, and there's a reason for all of this.

It was that spring afternoon that planted the cause.

From the moment the little girl named Loya appeared in our yard, this result was already doomed.

There are no more than two kinds of emotions in the world, love and hate.

There is no hate where love comes from, and between love and hate, it makes this world come alive.

That sunny afternoon, when the little girl was in front of me and the big black dog in our house.

I was so happy that I felt like I had a playmate, a playmate my age.

She didn't say a word, and looked at me with hostility.

But I'm also very happy.

After that, I waited every day for that little girl to show up in our house.

I secretly hid outside my father's treatment room and watched her inside through the glass window.

Although she never said a word to me the whole time, the eye contact was only her hateful glare at me.

But I'm already happy because she's the first girl to make eye contact with me.

In between, no one had done that except for the big black at home.

This euphoria did not last long, and she did not come again.

Her return to the family was devastating, and her father locked himself in the house all day long, looking for a cure for her mental illness.

My parents went to another world one after another, and when my aunt who came back from the United States saw me, I felt hatred in my heart.

Before going to the United States, I specifically asked my aunt to take me to Luo's house.

I want to remember what she looks like and let her look be ingrained in my mind.

At that time, she was running on the grass in front of the small building, and a string of silver bell-like laughter separated me from her into two worlds.

A black and white world and a colorful world.

Her world is colored, and mine's world is colorless.

That day, I looked at the happy little girl and said with hatred in my heart.

"Hmph, one day I'll make your world as colorless as I am."

And I did, and even though I've been living abroad all these years, everything about her is on my radar.

Every bit of her growth is in my sight.

What college did she go to, how many relationships did she have, what job did she get......

Yi Tian, only you are an exception.

I was going to show up to her earlier, but I had a problem with my patient abroad, and I came back a little late.

And you took possession of her heart before I did.

Mike, you know, he's in Philadelphia as well.

He is my patient, and we are not just a patient, but a friend.

The fate of the world is so wonderful, and I knew in the process of treating Mike that his sibling, Zhao Shilei, who was locked up in a mental hospital, was the murderer of Luo Ya's parents.

A plan is generated.

I am a psychiatrist, and my teacher said that my research in psychology has reached the top level, and even he is ashamed of himself.

Of course, I have a way to let the terminally ill Bai Jie die instead of Zhao Shishi.

My father had an intersection with the director of the psychiatric hospital at the time, and I went to visit Zhao Shishi in the hospital and gave him a chance to regain his freedom.

When I arranged everything and came to City B, I found that she already had you by her side.

But it doesn't matter, I have faith in myself, you were just a police friend by her side at that time.

I just didn't think that you were already stationed in her heart.

As a psychiatrist, I am indeed ashamed that I did not understand her emotional world.

I can imagine what kind of emotions Zhao Shishi would have felt when he learned that the girl who escaped from under him was Luo Ya?

He didn't disappoint me, and he wanted her life right away.

I'm not surprised that he wants Loya's life, but I don't support him that way.

My psychological torture for so many years, how can it be solved with a single knife?

I'm going to torture her slowly until she's worse off than dead, she's the one who has taken the light out of my life, and I've been living in a nightmare, a nightmare that is worse than death.

Of course I want her to pay.

Mike didn't approve of my approach at first, and he wanted to give his brother a new lease on life.

But his brother didn't think so, he was originally a madman, a vicious madman, how easy is it to let a madman live a normal life?

Loya, she is destined to be a girl like no other.

When she appeared in front of me again, even though she no longer remembered me at all, the little girl who did not speak with hatred from my childhood reappeared in my memory.

The feeling that I wanted to get closer to her lingered.

For a long time, I was torn between contradictions and entanglements.

This girl, do I hate or love?

If I hate, what should I do? If I love, what should I do?