The visitor's tone was flat, with one hand supporting their forehead.
"I've always thought my emotional management was quite good, and I usually hold myself to high standards. My friends also describe me as relatively... um, ha, steady."
"But that day, at the police station, I started howling, lost control, completely lost control, and scared a lot of people..."
"When I came out, it was already midnight, and there were no people on the street, just a few scattered cars."
His voice became ethereal, "At that moment, I thought, maybe I should just lie down in the middle of the road and sleep? If I wake up okay, then I'll go back to school and continue living, facing everything; if something happens... well, at least I don't need to wake up."
...
The visitor's recollection of past experiences ended here.
For Nan Zhubin, many things were just beginning.
In his eyes, by the end of the narrative, the visitor's gaze had already slightly reddened, and his voice began to choke.
