Chapter 683: Am I Mentally Ill?

Their mouths opened and closed, but Song Yaoyao’s ears were filled with buzzing sounds. She shook her head, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier…

Her body began to fall.

Plop—

Song Yaoyao fell into a cold, dark, and deep sea. Those people seemed to be standing on the surface of the water, anxiously calling her name. The scene was distorted across the water.

In the end, Song Yaoyao’s memory stopped on a kind and compassionate face.

Sigh—

A sigh was heard along with the chanting of scriptures.

“Nun…”

…

Song Yaoyao’s heart hurt, and she woke up trembling.

The man put a coat over her shoulders and gently stroked her hair. “You’re awake?”

“Gege…”

Song Yaoyao blinked her eyes slowly. “I think I had a dream…”

However, she could not remember what kind of dream she had. All she could remember was the chanting of the Sanskrit scriptures and the suffocating and terrifying claustrophobic space.

“Huh? What did you do?”

Huo Yunque played with her fingers, each of them as tender as a spring onion. His voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

“I…”

Song Yaoyao shook her head. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but when she thought about it again, she could not describe it.

“I don’t know,” she said obediently.

“Ha…”

Looking at her confused look, Huo Yunque rubbed her hair and gently sat her up. “If you can’t remember, then forget about it. It’s always like this with dreams.”

“But…”

Song Yaoyao mumbled, “It felt so real in my dreams…”

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

“You’re just too tired. It’s still early, why don’t you sleep a little longer?”

Song Yaoyao’s head was swollen, and her mind seemed to be blank. Many of her memories were fragmented. However, her heart was very heavy, as if there was an invisible hand holding a sharp awl, poking her heart fiercely.

The water eased her thirst and moistened her throat.

Song Yaoyao slowly organized the broken memory fragments.

This was Huo Yunque’s room. The room’s main color was still cold, but the bedsheets and bedding were arranged in bright colors according to Song Yaoyao’s preferences. Plush dolls could be seen everywhere just like in her dream…

What else was there in her dream?

Song Yaoyao began to tremble from her fingertips. Her little face was pale as she gently pursed her lips.

This was not normal, she was not normal!

Song Yaoyao knew.

“G-Gege…”

Huo Yunque waited for a long time, only to see the girl raise her little head, revealing a pair of dazed and misty eyes.

She asked softly, “Gege, is there something wrong with me? Here…?”

She pointed at her head. “Sometimes, I don’t act like myself. I act like…”

A lunatic.

She collapsed her shoulders, her tiny body nestled in the big bed, looking even smaller.

“Will Gege dislike me?”

“Do I look like someone with a mental illness?”

“Or… a lunatic?”

In the past, her parents always said that it was nothing, and her brother also said that he would take care of her for the rest of her life. Every time she woke up, they would only tell her that she had a heart attack. Song Yaoyao never made them worry too much, but she knew she was not normal..

“I even…” she sniffed and wiped her tears away dejectedly. “I even bit you…”

The young girl’s small face was pale, and her tears were like a broken string of beads. Soon, the quilt was covered in wet patches.

She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly. Her fingertips were so white that there was not a trace of blood on them.