I opened my eyes again.

I saw a white ceiling in my field of vision.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance.

There was a small window in the room with iron bars.

A nurse pushed the door open and entered with a sweet smile on her face.

"Xiaolin, your parents have completed the discharge procedures for you. Let's go?"

I nodded silently and put on my clothes under the nurse's gaze.

At the end of the narrow corridor, my attending doctor was waiting for me with my parents.

He smiled gently at me and reminded, "

Xiaolin, remember to take your medication on time after being discharged, okay?"

I obediently nodded.

My father tightly held the doctor's hand.

He thanked him profusely.

After leaving the hospital and getting in the car,

my father glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered softly,

"You were perfectly fine in school. How did you end up with a mental illness?"

My mother snapped at him angrily, telling him to keep quiet.

I sat in the back seat, tilting my head against the car window, pretending not to hear his words.

"But now everything is fine."

My father raised his voice with pride and continued,

"I talked to your homeroom teacher. The school can arrange for you to join the new remedial class without charging extra tuition fees."

"You have to put in some effort and cherish this opportunity."

"It costs a lot of money for one year's tuition. Don't cause any trouble for me again, got it?"

"Yes, I understand."