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She dreams of divorce and freedom.

But finally divorced, what about after freedom?

Xia Duo had dreamed about him, and often appeared, the illusion that he was beside him.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

The first question, she hesitated for five minutes.

After taking a few deep breaths, Xia Duo closed his eyes and decided to leave the question vacant.

However, all the problems on this paper are not too sharp.

After finishing the question, Xia Duo was sweating all over, only to feel irritable and anxious in his heart. She didn't want to see any text, just wanted to hide in a corner.

In my head, there seemed to be a string that was already stretched and about to break.

But Mr. Phil did not let her go. He changed his gentle attitude before, and suddenly changed his face, looking at the increasingly chaotic handwriting and answers on the paper. Raise an eyebrow.

"Miss Xia, can't you answer so many questions?"

"..." Xia Duo was already on the verge of collapse, so he was silent.

Mr. Phil said again: "Do you not understand your heart so much?"

As he said, he put down the paper in his hand.

At the same time, he stepped aside and used a match to light an incense burner he had prepared in Xia Duo's answer.

In the censer, there is a calming and calming smell.

But Xia Duo still couldn't calm down, she was irritated by Mr. Phil's question!

"What is in your mind now?" Mr. Phil asked again before she could answer.

"I... don't want to answer any of your questions."

Mr. Phil ignored her reply and asked, "Are you still thinking about your first question?"

Xia Duo's palms suddenly tightened!

She didn't notice that her nails had been embedded in the meat and it hurt.

Because indeed, she still thinks about the first question in her heart and can't think of an answer.

No matter what she answered, a voice came out of her immediately, denying it.

"It's nothing wrong, it's a very normal thing. The more I doubt you about something, the harder I try to come up with an answer, and I won't give up myself halfway."

Xia Duo nodded slightly, his palm clenched into a fist.

There are two things in her heart.

Does she love Si Linghan?

What the **** is going on with that child?

The two questions repeatedly intertwine in her mind, making her chaotic and always on the verge of collapse.

Finally, half an hour later, she felt a bit confused.

Next, Dr. Phil first asked her to close her eyes, then adjusted the soft chair to a lying position, and then said something in her ear.

There was a sound of water droplets in the room, and in her ears, there was a slow rhythm.

She began to calm down gradually, following his words and recalling.

The soft chair gradually tightened in two weeks, making her wrapped in it, becoming more and more strict.

It's like... Someone is imprisoning himself.

Again, someone is trying their best to hug themselves.

Then, Xia Duo finally fell asleep.

Dr. Phil withdrew his expression and sat down to record the time.

Xia Duo sank into a dream.

She dreamed of Si Linghan.

Those of their past, and his eyes.

When she tried to escape, she turned around and saw his eyes.

In a pair of cold, cold eyes, countless powerlessness, reluctance and sadness surfaced.

She recalled the day she shot him.