Li Lan, you really are disgusting.
Other people's mothers are warm havens, capable of providing their children with protection and solace.
Yet his own mother, upon just meeting, made Li Zhiyuan feel like the "human skin" on his own face was at risk of falling off.
They were both mother and son, and yet fellow patients.
From a certain perspective, they should be the closest and most understanding mother-son pair in the world.
But it is precisely because of this, when they face each other, the façades they each crafted become utterly ineffective, yet they also deeply depended on these façades to survive.
Because they both were too clever.
Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes.
In the past six months or so, his condition was very well controlled, especially in recent months, he hadn't had a relapse.
He could clearly feel the changes within himself; when facing others, he no longer sought to scrutinize their every word and expression to perfectly portray his role.
