Lu Zhanbei's Strange Look (1)

"I won't. You will always be in my heart."

"That's good."

The cute little puppy closed his eyes and let his thoughts gradually fall into the darkness. His curved-up lips never fell.

"Xiao Niannian…"

Lin Wanwan reached out, her hand trembling. She held onto a tear. Then, she clenched her fist and felt coolness on her palm.

Not knowing how long later, she got up slowly and lay Fu Zhinian on the bed. Then, she held her forehead with one hand, covering the expression on her face.

Lu Zhanbei gave her time to recover herself and called the psychiatrist over. "When will my brother wake up?"

"We can't say for sure. We also can't guarantee that the second personality would really disappear. However, once he wakes up, everything would be clear."

"Ok. Thanks for the trouble."

These words made the psychiatrist feel overwhelmed by the flattery.