Chapter: 396

"She is only one step away from complete death. If she is still conscious, I think she will definitely not give up. She is now like a person who has fallen into the abyss and only has one hand holding on to the edge of the cliff. If even you give up, no one will pull her up again."

Lumian's expression gradually changed, but he couldn't show any definite emotions.

He seemed to have forgotten how to laugh and how to cry.

Susie didn't force him to respond immediately, and sighed softly, "Many times, it's not a good thing to completely suppress pain and despair in your heart, human beings need to vent and decompress.

"Okay, that's the end of today, we're here for the second treatment at the same time two weeks later."

Lumian closed his eyes: "Thank you, Ms. Susie."

Susie didn't respond and seemed to have left.

After more than ten seconds, Lumian exhaled slowly and opened his eyes.

He subconsciously glanced outside the door of Mason's Cafe, and saw in the distance a big golden retriever dog carrying a small brown bag disappearing at the corner of the street.

There seemed to be a female figure beside the big dog.

Lumian sat for another ten minutes, drank the remaining ambergris lemonade, walked out of Mason's Cafe, and came to the nearest bus stop.

Soon, a green-painted double-decker stagecoach drove up, waiting for passengers to board.

Lumian spent 30 Copes to find a seat by the window, and looked outside without focusing.

"Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers! The latest newspaper, one copy at 11 kope!" The old-fashioned child came to the window and held up the stacks of newspapers in his hand.

Self-destruction... Alive... Self-destruction... Alive... Lumian's mind is full of the words of the "psychiatrist", like a walking dead, and he doesn't want to talk to the newsboy at all.

That's right, today is Sunday... Lumian froze for a moment, took out two 5 kope copper coins and one 1 kope copper coin, opened the window, and handed them to the newspaper seller.

"Obituary: "Confirmed by the editorial department of this newspaper, our forever friend, famous best-selling author, Aurora. Li, unfortunately passed away in an accident in April..."

Lumian's gaze froze, and his hands gradually trembled.

Suddenly, he lowered his head, lifted the newspaper, and covered his face with it.

In the afternoon sun, a wet mark appeared on the surface of the newspaper.

There are more and more wet marks, and they become one piece.

Random Street, "Golden Rooster Hotel", room 207.

Lumian threw the crumpled newspaper in his hand on the table, and sat down by the bed.

After sitting for a few seconds, he simply lay down. There was a feeling of exhaustion gushing from the depths of his body, and he could no longer support himself. Only the physical and mental states are reset every day, not the mind.

He didn't even bother to take off his clothes, he just kicked off his leather shoes and closed his eyes.

This time, Lumian slept soundly and had no dreams.

He was awakened by the smell of sulfur, and the setting sun was still shining outside the window.

Looking sideways at the glass window stained with a little golden-red luster, Lumian whispered self-deprecatingly: "Could it be that you have slept all day and all night?"

Obviously, this is impossible, because every six o'clock in the morning, he will automatically wake up.

After seeing Ji Gao and uncontrollably venting his inner grief, Lumian felt that his mood had stabilized a lot, but he was still a little depressed.