Chapter 2217 No Place for the Soul to Return

Let the hair be blown up by the wind, let the skirt roll up the sand, and then fall on the legs finely and densely.

She felt very free, as if she could fly against the wind at any time.

The sense of satisfaction and happiness in her heart made her feel like a cup filled with those cups, overflowing with satisfaction.

"Yanyan...you come here."

"Mo Mo, here!"

"An'an, what are you thinking?"

She shouted at the figure behind her, each time with different syllables, different titles and names. However, he still couldn't see the man's face clearly.

She walked into the sea, and the sea water wet her skirt.

She smiled and turned her head little by little...

Just when she was about to see the man's face, she suddenly woke up just like before.

She suddenly sat up from the bed, her breathing was a little short of breath, like a drowning person who was suddenly picked up from the shore. In the chest cavity, the feeling of blissful overflowing was still faintly flowing and remnant.

But when I wanted to feel it carefully, I only felt a piercing pain.

Whenever she wanted to recall, her brain began to issue instructions to resist, and even her heart would constrict endlessly.

She didn't know what the name meant.

Is it the same person, or three people?

The doctor didn't know, so when she rescued the two abandoned children on the street, she almost subconsciously named them after these three words.

Mo Yan.

Meran.

Sitting on the bed, the doctor let out a breath.

Frowning slightly and looking out the window, she couldn't help pursing her lips, lost in thought.

She has had many dreams.

But she will always come back repeatedly, and there are only a few who ask her to repeat and do well many times. This is one of them.

In another dream, the scene was a forest.

She was crazy, yelling and running around in it, as if she was looking for something. She looked left and right, walked through every corner of the woods, her eyes became more and more helpless, and the panic and emptiness in her heart became more and more intense.

She yelled something frantically, but this dream was always silent.

Then, she felt that her throat was so sore that she couldn't speak out, and she was so tired that she frequently fell to the ground and couldn't get up. She cried and cried until she finally lost her strength.

Just feel, that endless sadness and pain.

It was as if something extremely precious had been lost.

The doctor took a deep breath, walked to the balcony, gently opened the door, and looked at the fake moon outside the window.

This place is really beautiful, and it was built by her.

It's just that there is always a sense of home missing.

Like a soul, it has never docked and never found a place to return.

The doctor felt really bored in his heart, so he simply put on his clothes and went out. Blowing the cool air made her feel a little better.

After only two laps, she suddenly changed direction and stopped her leisurely walk.

Or go to the Institute for a walk.

There was a firm determination in the doctor's eyes, as if a fire was burning.

She sat in the laboratory for two full days.

When she came out, she trembled a little. Looking at the things recorded in the pen, she couldn't help closing her eyes.

The best way to stimulate memory recovery... probably, there is only this machine.

The doctor walked out, looked at Lan Fang and ordered in a deep voice: "Take out the 444-66 instrument."

Lan Fang was stunned, feeling that he had heard it wrong, "What, what???"