Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia remembers saying good night to Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman told her earnestly to go to bed earlier.

Cynthia knew what she meant, but she broke her promise.

She started having insomnia again.Even though Bruce had rearranged the furniture and decorations here in advance-in the most familiar and reassuring way for her.

Lying on a moderately hard bed, with her usual pillows and a warm quilt, she still felt restless.

Anxious, but helpless.

Her eyes were already sore, but she still couldn't shed tears.She just looked sideways at the gloomy Gotham night outside the window, thinking about what happened in the past few days, feeling a strange emptiness in her neck for a while, and recalling the familiar melody that she had rehearsed countless times.

Opening her eyes in a daze like this, she watched the moon set, the clouds gradually thinned, and a faint white appeared on the horizon.

It was almost morning.

Cynthia rolled over and sat up, the quilt slipped off her body.She opened her eyes wide, looking at the gradually brightening city skyline outside the window with some emotion.

She has not waited for the sunrise for a long time.

"It's so beautiful..." She couldn't help muttering.

Above the window, a piece of bright red cloth suddenly hangs down, fluttering, and it is particularly eye-catching in this black, white and gray world.

Cynthia raised her eyes: "...Huh?"

Just when she made that suspicious nasal sound, the swaying of the red cloth paused visibly to the naked eye, and then shrank back with a "swish".

The movement was so fast, as if a fish had been hooked.

Cynthia stared out the window with wide eyes, holding her breath cautiously.

It was completely silent, except for the occasional cars passing by on the road downstairs, and their tires rolled over the ground, there was no sound at all.

Cynthia involuntarily got up slowly from the bed, put her toes on the blanket, and walked quietly towards the French windows.

Her five fingers touched the cold glass surface, she put her face close to the window, and looked obliquely out and above the window.

Her breath hit the glass, creating a mist that blurred her vision.

The next second, something big and blue suddenly fell from above.

Cynthia's pupils shrank, and she took two steps back abruptly, away from the window.

At the same time, all the muscles in her body tensed instantly, and her heartbeat accelerated rapidly.

Then she heard a familiar, small voice.

"Hey... hey, Cynthia! Don't be afraid, it's me!"

It was very unclear, but it was indeed Superman's voice.

Cynthia saw it too—Superman's blue eyes tilted from behind the mist and blinked worriedly at her.

She let out a breath almost instantly.

"Oh, God..." She clutched her heart to calm her heartbeat, and leaned against the wall next to the window with some exhaustion, "You guys will scare me into a faint one day..."

Superman touched his nose outside the window.

"Sorry." He said guiltily, the voice came through the noise-proof glass indistinctly.

Cynthia waved her hands weakly.

"How long have you been out?" she asked. "What are you doing instead of going to bed?"

Superman: "Uh...I actually...I just heard you @;heart?@..."

Cynthia: "?"

Through the glass, as soon as his voice was soft, Cynthia couldn't hear it.She couldn't help but frowned, moved her ears closer, and interrupted: "What? I'm a little..."

Of course, Superman could hear what she was saying no matter what.

He frowned in confusion, looked at the window frame and glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.

The red cloak fluttered away, and the tail hung down on the balcony of the suite.

That's right, this penthouse suite, which is the same size as Cynthia's villa in Los Angeles, also comes with an empty and luxurious panoramic terrace.

Cynthia walked over and pushed open the glass door leading to the terrace.The cold outdoor air in the early morning soaked into the room, making her shiver a little.

"What did you just say?" she asked Superman, letting him in. "It's almost daylight, and you're just hanging on the top floor of the Gotham Hotel in this conspicuous uniform? Seriously? I mean , you remember this is Gotham, right?"

"Of course. Of course." Superman scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, "I know, I just..."

Those rare sky-blue eyes turned around, shining brightly, and looked at her tenderly: "Your heartbeat and breathing, they have always worried me. I heard them and knew that you hadn't fallen asleep. I couldn't help it." , just wanted to see you."

Cynthia hesitated for a moment.

"...wait a minute."

She frowned.

"Have you been...listening to me?" she asked gently.

"What?...Oh no! No no no..."

Superman suddenly became anxious, hurriedly waved his hands, and stammered: "Sorry, I'm not...I didn't monitor you on purpose...I mean, you understand, I can't...I'm just worried about you, I'm thinking about this, And then... heard them."

Cynthia also reacted immediately: "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I...I understand, I'm just...sorry, I might..."

She sighed in frustration, and lowered her head: "I may... I still haven't recovered."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Immediately, Superman's gentle voice sounded in front of her.

"It's okay," said Superman. "It's okay, Cynthia. You love him, so it's normal."

This is the first time someone told Cynthia - "You love him".

Cynthia raised her head in surprise, and looked at Superman standing towards her against the light.

Superman did not continue this topic.He just smiled at her, turned his head to look at the rising sun outside the window, and asked abruptly, "When you were sitting on the bed, were you saying—the sunrise is beautiful?"

Cynthia was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and hesitated: "...Yes? What's the matter...?"

"It's nothing." There was a smile in the corner of Superman's eyes, "Do you want to go see the sunrise with me?"

"Watching the sunrise?"

Cynthia glanced out the window, and the view from the top of the skyscraper gave an unobstructed view of the horizon above Gotham Bay in the distance.

"Can't we see the sunrise here?" She turned to him and asked.

Superman shook his head, looked at the distant horizon, and smiled almost mischievously and mysteriously.

"No," he said, "I mean, I want you to see a sunrise in my eyes—a sunrise that only Superman has ever seen."

Cynthia dropped her body and threw it on the luxurious big bed in the penthouse suite.

Her shimmering, feather-light, silvery soul followed the tinge of red on Superman to the thin-air stratosphere above the clouds.

Fortunately, no matter which one of them, there is no need to breathe now.

After reaching a certain height, the line at the end of the earth began to curve more and more.

Looking up, it is the boundless and pitch-black universe; looking up, it is the edge line of the earth that is glowing with white light and wrapped in a ray of blue.

Cynthia is surrounded by this vast and boundless atmosphere, the Milky Way is within reach.She was so amazed that she forgot to blink.

A warm palm lightly touched her shoulder.

She turned back, and Superman was behind her, smiling happily at her.

"Look below," he said.

Cynthia looked down as she said.

As soon as her eyes were focused, her mimetic breath paused, and she couldn't help but hold it.

The stars of the Milky Way are quietly emitting their light, shining on the rotating earth, dividing the earth obliquely into Yin and Yang.

Half of the earth is already in daylight, and wherever the light spreads, it is all exuding bright colors of white and gold; while the other half is still shrouded in night, and from Cynthia's perspective, it is as dark blue as the sea.

What really shocked her was the boundary line separating day and night.

How gorgeous, light and darkness are intertwined, and the ground and clouds can be smudged into such a color.

The clouds that blend together are drawn into a long scroll by the first rays of sunlight in the morning.The purple of the rose, the red of the lips, the orange of the treetops, the gold of the crown...the colors depicted on the boundary line are so colorful, making the dawn dreamy and romantic.

Between day and night, there is a long, concrete romance that cannot be described in words, given to the earth by the universe.

Cynthia was floating in the stratosphere, just looking at it like this made her heart surge.

She turned her head in a daze, and looked at Superman who had been watching her quietly from behind.

"...is this the sunrise in your eyes?" she asked.

Is this dreamlike boundary line the sunrise that Superman can see every day?

Superman laughed.

"Not just sunrise, but also sunset. But sunset will be a little more depressed."

He said that when he lowered his head to look at the earth, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes narrowed, he really looked like a son of God above the nine heavens.

"If you want, we can fly to the other side of the world now, so that we can see the sunset immediately." He suggested to her peacefully.

Cynthia was amused by his seemingly incredible words.

"No need." She shook her head, "It is enough to see this kind of scenery once. If it is really as simple as you said, if you can watch it countless times every day, the original emotion in your heart will disappear. "

Superman nodded and stared at her calmly, the red cloak behind him slowly floating in the universe.

"You're right." He said, turning his head to look at the earth under his feet again. "Like me, when I help human beings, I have to look at it countless times every day."

Cynthia looked at him blankly.

"That's why I don't like to stay in the sky." Superman whispered, "Stay in the sky and look down on the earth. After looking at the earth for a long time, the originally shocking mood has become more and more numb. Even human beings, in my heart, will become smaller."

He said with some seriousness.

"Human beings—you, me, them. In this universe, they are all so fragile and small. Even the earth, in the eyes of some beings, is vulnerable."

"I actually have some understanding of what B is thinking." He said, looking at Cynthia again, "As an ordinary human being, he knows too much. The more he knows, the more he will feel scared. If it happens again The Battle of New York, or rather... me.”

He paused.

"If I... I really lose my sense of morality one day and start killing innocent people indiscriminately, what can he do as a human being? Besides him, who can stop me?" He asked in a low voice, as if While talking to Cynthia, it seemed like he was asking himself.

"...So, he can't just live as a human being."

Cynthia spoke slowly, feeling cold in her heart.

"He must be ready to abandon human identity, feelings, and interpersonal relationships at any time; he must guard against crises, and he must overcome them; Beta'."

This time, it was Superman who froze for a long time.

"You..." He said shyly, "You have always been aware of this."

"That's right." Cynthia looked back at the boundary line that was gradually moving forward, and closed her eyes, "I'm actually not surprised, and I'm ready for this, I just..."

"I'm just... regretful." She said softly. "I regret that I still haven't been able to cure him—his stubbornness, his pain, his self-destructive tendencies. I still haven't treated him decades ago. Traumatized, lonely little boy, dragged out of that dark alley."

She raised her eyes and looked at the stunned Superman.

In space, at the junction of the light and the night, a drop of tear fell down the eye socket, and then slowly floated up.

"I have the mind control ability that he fears, but I still can't save him."