After leaving the mental hospital, the lights on the road were dim, and Lin Yimian cheered up when he was driving.

When I was in the car, I was even more nervous and sweaty in my palms, for fear that I would not adjust the lights properly and cause trouble to others.

When she got home, she glanced at the wall. A beautiful retro hanging clock with a "ding" of the hands pointing to the number 1.

She collapsed on the couch......

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