The warm midday sun streamed through the glass into the room. Outside, everything was a misty white, and the residential complex was especially quiet. Soothing white noise flowed through the room.
After messaging the auntie downstairs and arranging everything for the evening, Wen Yanyu put away the little box and curled up on the sofa, absentmindedly stroking the lop-eared rabbit in his arms.
His freshly washed long hair slipped down over his shoulders, no longer dry as it once had been, but smooth as silk. Pure white contrasted with the black sofa; in the dim light, that head of white hair was eerily bewitching.
After playing with the rabbit for a while, Wen Yanyu really had no energy left. He set it down off the sofa to play in the living room on its own, spread his hands, and closed his eyes, wanting to sleep.
For some reason, his eyelids were too heavy to open, and his limbs had no strength to move, yet his mind was unusually clear.
He had been taking antidepressants too frequently lately. His gastrointestinal tract was constantly irritated, and his stomach produced too much acid. Whatever he ate, he threw up.
Seeing that his mental state had improved considerably, his attending physician decided to suspend his medication so he could focus on getting his stomach and intestines back into shape, since prolonged stomach trouble could also affect his mood.
He also prescribed another medication that was less irritating.
But the result was that, after taking the medication the doctor had prescribed, that inexplicable emotion had been suppressed considerably, and his stomach no longer felt as uncomfortable each time.
Yet now he was like a wandering soul imprisoned in a shell, able to hear the sounds around him clearly and sense everything nearby.
Cold air drifted