Mindscape

"Where are we going?"

Li Huowang, wearing Handcuffs and ankle shackles, followed Yi Donglai down the brightly lit corridor under the attendants' escort.

Without looking back, Yi Donglai answered, "Somewhere nice. You'll know when you get there."

Since he had been admitted for some time, Li Huowang's messy bangs had grown long enough to nearly cover his eyes.

Peering through his fringe, Li Huowang secretly looked at the back of Yi Donglai's head. What kind of Siming is this guy?

He should be one of ours, right? But if he really is on our side, why isn't he helping me escape?

Amid Li Huowang's wild guesses, they stopped outside a Treatment Room.

The attendants stood guard at the door while Li Huowang followed Yi Donglai inside.

The place was extremely simple. Aside from a few stools, a sand tray, and a cabinet filled with assorted little odds and ends, there was nothing else.

"Wait, a sand tray?"

Li Huowang looked over. There stood a square table about the size of a mahjong table, enclosed on all four sides by wooden panels painted blue on the inside, with ordinary fine yellow sand within.

Li Huowang looked at the table, then hurried over to the cabinet and saw all sorts of bizarre miniature models arranged on its shelves.

Looking at the tiny figures of people, animals, trees, flowers and grass, vehicles, boats, flying objects, rocks, and monsters, a flicker of understanding appeared on his face.

"Ah, I get it. You want to give me Sandplay Therapy, right? You want me to arrange objects in a sandbox and use that to lay bare my inner world without reservation?"

"You know quite a lot, Li Huowang. Since you already know so much, I won't bother explaining. Go ahead and begin." Yi Donglai took out