"You know me?" The woman wore makeup, her face deathly pale and her red "bloodstains" covering her from head to toe. Even from far away, Chen Ge could smell the paint on her.
"I'm Chen Ge..." The four words slipped out before he could stop himself. He didn't say, "My name is Chen Ge." He said, "I'm Chen Ge," as if the two of them should have known each other.
A psychiatric patient in a patient uniform and a Haunted House actor smeared with fake blood stood by the wall of the mental hospital.
They belonged to two different worlds, but at that moment, they were facing each other.
"Is this your cat?" Zhang Ya didn't approach the fence. She only pointed at the White Cat. "It brought me here."
The White Cat crouched between Chen Ge and Zhang Ya, its tail swishing back and forth, looking rather proud of itself.
"It's a stray. I don't know why it's so attached to me." Chen Ge looked at the White Cat between them and smiled bitterly. "There's something wrong with my head. I've forgotten a lot of my past, and the doctors are helping me with rehabilitation."
Though Chen Ge was wearing a patient uniform, he was nothing like the psychiatric patients in movies and TV dramas. He was calm and rational, and there was nothing unusual about him.
An outsider might have thought he seemed melancholy, with an indescribable pain in his eyes.
Looking at Chen Ge, who seemed weak, Zhang Ya found that she couldn't bring herself to dislike him. "You must be this cat's owner. You got sick and were hospitalized, so you forgot about it, but it didn't forget you. Your cat is so attached to you. You must be a gentle, kind person. I hope you