The Gentle Psychiatrist (33)

The young man could not help but hate the two words "next time". "Next time" was such an ambiguous word that could mean one day later, one month later, a year later, or even a decade later.

There was simply no set time to it.

In the past, the young man only thought that the treatment procedure of this psychiatrist of his was okay. Their appointments were tolerable and not particularly objectionable. But in recent days, whenever he lies in bed at night and closes his eyes, the images that come to his mind are all related to Yue Ran. The young woman's image in his mind is rather blurred as if she was covered by a layer of fog, but it has a hazy sense of beauty.

The longer the time passed, the more he felt that kind of scratching itch that made him want to go crazy. Cheng Ying frowned and subconsciously bit his fingernails, which was a manifestation of his anxiety.