After recovering from the illness, due to my deteriorating mental condition, I had to move into a mental asylum.

The vegetation here is lush, and only fragments of sunlight can penetrate through.

Because of this, I feel distressed.

Due to the fall, my legs were left permanently disabled, unable to stand for long periods of time.

Most of the time, I sit in a wheelchair, either reading the news or just quietly zoning out.

After parting ways at the hospital, Officer Fang would occasionally visit me with fruits.

That day, when he came, there was something off about his expression.

But he didn't say anything, just told me to take care of myself.

At first, I thought he must have encountered some troubling matter, so I tried to comfort him like a sister would.

However, his brows only relaxed briefly, quickly furrowing again.

He glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, which were gathering in the middle, clearly brewing a storm.

"It's getting late, go back now."

I waved my hand, smiling, and started pushing my wheelchair to see him off.

Officer Fang and I had become quite familiar, always having open conversations, but today was different.

"You don't need to come and see me anymore in the future."

I waved again to bid him farewell.

He pursed his lips, took a few steps, then stopped and turned back at the corner.

At that moment, his face suddenly darkened, his eyes filled with fear, not for me, but... for what was behind me.