No one responded to her, so she just talked to herself.

"Luo Yang seemed fine after he came back, but I discovered that the child was probably traumatized by his experience on the mountain and had difficulty interacting with people."

He doesn't like being touched. Even when I occasionally try to pat his head, he instinctively flinches away, only to snuggle back later.

At this point, Xiao Yunying felt a little down and casually picked a small wildflower from the side and played with it in her hand:

"But I really don't know how to comfort him. I have no way to deal with this kind of mental illness."

Xiao Yunying tilted her head and looked into the distance, as if lost in memories.

"I have already been cremated and buried in that world, so you will not become me, nor will you have my memories."

Actually, I was born prematurely and also suffer from what you call wheezing. I've been physically weak since I was a child.

Oh, I forgot to mention, girls in our area can also go to school.

However, because I was always sick and had to see a doctor, I rarely went to school. Even when I did go, I couldn't participate in class activities, so I didn't fit in with the other students.

They rejected me and isolated me for various reasons, and some even resorted to petty tricks to bully me.

When I was little, I didn't understand. From the time I can remember, I kept going to the hospital for treatment, taking medicine, and getting injections. My life was already very hard. I had never hurt anyone, so why did they still bully me?

As they grow older, their classmates will no longer do those seemingly childish but incredibly hurtful little things.

My health has improved a lot, but my personality is already ingrained; I dislike pointless interactions with anyone. So even in a new environment, my unlikable nature still makes me feel out of place.