Fifth Ward.
When Xinxin returned to the ward, Lian Yan was sitting by the window, tuning his violin.
She hesitated, feeling it would be a little presumptuous to interrupt him while he was busy.
Lian Yan quickly noticed her movements and smiled. "Something you want to say?"
For some reason, whenever Xinxin faced him, she always felt a mixture of familiarity and aversion. She nodded. "About the security key for tonight you mentioned-could you give me some hints?"
Lian Yan seemed not to have expected her to ask so directly, but he merely shook his head helplessly. "I don't know either."
"Tell me about your world?" Lian Yan suddenly put down his violin and asked a very strange question.
The question was so abrupt that Xinxin's heart lurched.
"From the way you look... you're still a university student, aren't you?" Lian Yan asked.
Xinxin shook her head slightly. "I've already graduated."
"What did you study?"
"Psychology."
"Psychology?"
For once, a trace of disapproval entered Lian Yan's voice.
Xinxin keenly noticed the change as well. Indeed, it was difficult for psychology majors and people with mental abnormalities to get along.
After all, what Xinxin had studied was the quantification of the human mind, something a considerable number of people with mental illnesses regarded as extremely shallow and foolish.
"I don't have time to talk about this," Xinxin said. She did not want to keep talking about herself.
Lian Yan did not press her. He picked up his violin again and continued tuning it.
"I don't know any more than you do. Otherwise, I would have already escaped this world."
He paused, then said:
"The only thing I can tell you... is that this world repeats in seven-day cycles."
He lowered his head and gazed calmly at his violin, as if he