15
When Oliver came back, I was sitting on the sofa, staring at the fancy ceramic jar in a daze.
When he saw me, he was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, his expression turned cold. He strode to me, squatted, and stared at me. "Did you cry?"
"No."
"Did Noah bother you again?" said Oliver with a frown. His voice was full of anger. "Leave him alone. Don't listen to him no matter what he says."
I look at Oliver. He was now alive and healthy. I felt so lucky.
After William finished his words, I was almost sure where Henry was going to send Oliver back then.
Oliver was suffering from bipolar disorder. I believed that no one in the school knew about it except for me.
There was a sanatorium in the city where we grew up. All the patients there were suffering from mental diseases. I remembered that in the past few years, those who were said to be mentally abnormal or crazy were sent there at last.