Chapter 681 Am I Mentally Ill

Their mouths opened and closed, and there was a buzzing sound in Song Yaoyao's ears. She shook her head, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier...

The body begins to fall.

"Puff-"

Song Yaoyao fell into the cold and dark deep sea. Those people seemed to be standing on the water, shouting her name anxiously. Across the water, the picture is distorted.

In the end, Song Yaoyao's memory stayed on a kind and compassionate face.

Ugh--

There were sighs, along with scriptures.

"Master..."

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Song Yaoyao felt a pain in her heart and woke up trembling.

The man had a coat on his shoulders and gently stroked her hair, "Awake?"

"elder brother……"

Song Yaoyao blinked dully, "I seem to have had a dream..."

But to ask her what kind of dream she had, she didn't seem to remember clearly. I only remember the Sanskrit scriptures echoing in my head, and the claustrophobic space that is suffocating and frightening.

"Huh? What did you do?"

Huo Yunque was playing with her fingers, each of which was as tender as green onions. His voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes.

"I……"

Song Yaoyao shook her head, the words were on her lips, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't describe anything.

"I don't know." She said obediently.

"Ah……"

Seeing her confused appearance, Huo Yunque rubbed her hair and gently hugged her to sit up, "If you can't remember, don't talk about it, it's just like dreaming."

"Can--"

Song Yaoyao murmured, "It feels so real in a dream..."

Huo Yunque turned around, poured a cup of warm water and brought it to Song Yaoyao's lips.

"You're just too tired, it's still early, will you sleep again?"

Song Yaoyao's head swelled, her mind seemed to be blank, and many memories were fragmented. But her heart was very dull, as if an invisible big hand was holding a sharp cone and stabbed her heart hard.

The water quenched thirst and hydrated the throat.

He also let Song Yaoyao slowly organize those broken memory fragments.

This is Huo Yunque's room, and the main tone of the room is still cool. The sheets and bedding were arranged in bright colors according to Song Yaoyao's preference. Plush dolls that can be seen everywhere, with dreams...

What else is there in the dream?

Song Yaoyao shuddered from her fingertips, her face was pale, and she pursed her lips lightly.

This is not normal, she is not normal!

Song Yaoyao knew.

"Brother, brother..."

Huo Yunque waited for a long time, and what he waited for was the little girl who raised her head, revealing a pair of blank, misty eyes.

She asked softly, "Brother, am I sick? Here—"

She nodded her head, "Sometimes it doesn't look like me, like a..."

madman.

She slumped her shoulders, and her small body was nestled in the big bed, making her even smaller.

"Will my brother hate me?"

"Am I like a psychopath?"

"Or... a lunatic would be more appropriate."

In the past, my parents always said nothing, and my brother also said that he would take care of her for the rest of his life. Every time they woke up, they would just tell her that she had a heart attack. Song Yaoyao never made them worry too much, but she could really realize that she was abnormal...

"I still..." She sniffed and wiped away tears in frustration, "I even bit you, when I..."

The girl had a pale face, tears like beads with a broken thread, and a wet mark quickly appeared on the quilt.

She clutched the quilt tightly, and her fingertips were white and bloodless.