"squeak--"
The door was pushed open a crack, revealing a pair of haggard, terrified dark green eyes.
The doctor smiled gently: "Poor child, I thought you would come to me. Come in, I have prepared some hot milk with honey for you."
She pushed open the door, walked in, sat on the sofa, and put her legs up on it as well.
The wrinkled white dress lay on her knees, quickly stained red with blood seeping from her legs and back; only the tattered rabbit doll she held to her chest remained clean.
Her dark green hair was loose, unlike Wei An's messy hair, soft but lacking spirit, covering half of her face.
She looks exactly like Chang Le and the young lady, but her temperament is completely different, making it easy for people to tell that they are different people.
The doctor stood up, walked over quietly, and handed her a cup of warm milk with a straw inserted, speaking very softly:
"Little one, I am not someone who can be affected by you. Don't worry about hurting me. You can say whatever you want to me."
She slowly raised her head, tentatively leaned in, and took two small sips.
The doctor placed the rest on the table behind him, then moved a stool over and sat down a short distance in front of her.
"Could you please tell me how I should address you?"
Her voice was low and soft: "I...have no name. They all call me 'madman.' Maybe I'm still 'shadow.'"
Before the doctor could ask, she continued:
“I am the ‘bearer’. Ye Buqi died in the fire, Hua Lihan sent me away, Shen Fuguang was seriously injured and on the verge of death, Shen Fuguang abandoned me, many people died… Most of my memories are these.”
Her body trembled slightly, but she calmed down a little after hugging the rabbit tightly.
"I'm confused most of the time. I don't know what I'm doing or what I want to do. I often feel depressed, want to cry, and want to hurt myself..."
"I'm in a lot of pain, I'm in a lot of pain, and I still am now. There's something terrible on my back, and it bleeds a lot... It hurts so much..."
“I envy Wei’an because he doesn’t feel pain, but I… I have a highly sensitive constitution, especially when it comes to pain… including psychological pain…”
“My appearance remains that of Chang Le when she was under 17 years old—that is, when Chang Le learned of Shen Fuguang’s death. She was in great pain, I know, and I was in so much pain… During that time, I was almost forced to become the dominant personality… I didn’t want to… I was afraid…”
"I am incomplete. I have no complete upbringing, no independent personality... I am Chang Le's weeping shadow..."
The doctor poured the warm milk into a cute cup, pressed the switch, and the rabbit's head stood up, with the straw popping out.
She looked at the cup that had been shoved into her hand, sucked on the straw, and quieted down.
"Good child, would you like to answer my last question?"
She nodded.
"Would you rather disappear together or be destroyed together?"
She looked up in confusion: "Is there a difference? I'm going to die anyway."
The doctor explained, "Fusion is the integration of your characteristics, while destruction is the independent demise of each and every one of you."
She thought for a while and finally said, "Neither of these two types of memories are for me. I don't want to exist; I only exist because I'm needed. If Chang Le rejects the memories I've taken on for her, then it must be the second type."
"Okay, I understand."
She slowly finished drinking the milk.
The doctor waited quietly for her to finish drinking.
She returned the cup to the doctor: "Thank you, I want to go back now."
"Little one, I think you will get what you want and be free from pain." The doctor gently stroked her hair.
She lowered her head, hugged the rabbit, and left.
The doctor's gaze fell on the sofa stained red with blood from her back, and he rubbed his temples in frustration: "What a troublesome little thing, what should we do?"
"Sigh, let's see what Chang Le decides. Fusion? Or..."
The doctor removed his glasses, smoothed his long, snow-white hair, and his golden eyes suddenly transformed into the vertical pupils of a dragon:
"Shall I kill you all one by one?"
"..."
"Just kidding." The doctor smiled, sat down, tidied up the records and placed them on the table, then pushed open the door and went out.
Tu Tu stood at the door, looking dejected.
The door was half open. Walking in and turning a corner, you could see Chang Le sleeping soundly nestled in soft bedding.
"—You little madman, the sun's high in the sky!"
Chang Le, who was fast asleep, frowned uneasily.
"Sweetie, I've researched a new dessert!"
Chang Le's eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, ready to take flight.
"The sun... Chang Le is... my sun."
The gloomy blond-haired, golden-eyed boy spoke in a hoarse voice, gently and carefully taking the outstretched hand of the playful girl in front of him.
Chang Le suddenly woke up with a start, and then disappeared.
TuTu was completely unaware.
Chang Le's head was heavy and throbbing, with waves of dizziness and extreme nausea rising in her throat, forcing her to lean against the sofa armrest. After a while, she finally opened her eyes.
A simple room, a table, and behind the table sat a person in a white coat, smiling at her.
Chang Le's brows were still furrowed from discomfort. She looked around the room, and countless memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
Diagnosis report;
Ye Buqi;
Young lady;
madman;
Unsettled;
And... earthy.
Is this... the inner world?
Chang Le looked at the doctor and asked, "And which personality are you?"
The doctor smiled and said, "Chang Le, it's nice to meet you face to face. You can call me 'Doctor'. Now, it's your turn to talk to me."
Chang Le was too weak to speak and leaned wearily against the back of the sofa.
The doctor said gently, "You can say anything, such as your name, age, or how you are feeling right now?"
Chang Le slowly opened his mouth:
"Chang Le, that's my name. My age... I must have lived a long time, because Fu Guang has lived a long time, and I've known him for a long time... But the remaining two seals in my brain haven't been broken, so I can't remember what happened back then."
"I...feel very tired, very absurd, very pathetic..."
The sadness in Chang Le's eyes was almost overflowing, but not a single tear could be shed.
—The Secret Realm of Chuihu, two worlds, dawn and moon.
"It turns out the 'truth' had been laid out before me all along."
—Flower: "I am benign, but I can no longer return to the human race."
"I am a fusion, a mutated monster. No matter where I start, my fate may have already been sealed."
—She Haoyun: "If you stay in the Hua family, you will regret it."
"I regret it... The price of this game is that I am no longer the same as before."
—Kazmir: “Because I want to destroy the world.”
"...Yeah, actually...I want to too..."
The cold bullet pierced through all the past moments, and finally, hit the bullseye.
Yes, my heart harbors an abyss of destruction.
But I,
He was filled with hatred, yet there was no one to hate.
A ridiculous remnant of conscience within me makes me refuse the inevitable destruction.
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