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"...After diagnosis and discussion, we believe that Ms. Shimizu is suffering from severe post-traumatic stress disorder for displaying these symptoms."

"PTSD?"

"PTSD, in simple terms, is a disorder in which an individual suffers as a result of experiencing, witnessing, or encountering one or more actual deaths, or threats of death, or serious injuries, or threats to bodily integrity, involving themselves or others. Delayed and persistent mental disorders." (Note: The explanation of PTSD in this paragraph is quoted from Baidu Encyclopedia.)

"Can it be cured?"

"Psychotherapy is the most effective way to cure post-traumatic stress disorder. Previously, we have tried hypnotherapy, psychoanalysis, cognitive behavioral therapy and other treatments, as well as drugs to assist Ms. Shimizu, but with little success. We I learned that Ms. Shimizu suffered from PTSD when she was young because she witnessed the tragic death of her parents, and it took a long time to gradually become no different from ordinary people. However, this experience of being injured and dying seems to have had a very serious impact on her spirit, So much so that it brought back her childhood memories, and under the double stimulation, the effect of conventional therapy on the disease has been minimal." The doctor shook his head, "At present we can only take control measures as much as possible, and try our best to prevent Miss Shimizu from getting sick. The situation continues to deteriorate, but to fully recover, I'm afraid..."

Although the rest of the words were not spoken, both parties knew each other well.

It has been a month since Xia Youjie defected.

On the day he defected, he killed more than 100 people, including his own parents.

If Gojo Satoru and Jiairi Glass had arrived at the scene in a shorter time, Shimizu Sakura would have successfully become one of his many dead souls.

But surviving doesn't seem like a cause for celebration for her.

Jiarui Glass was able to successfully heal the wound on her heart with the inversion technique, but the mental trauma was really powerless.Shimizu Sakura's mental state was originally unstable. After she woke up, someone from the upper echelons of the magic world told her about Xia Youjie's defection, and then learned of the death of Xia Youjie and his wife. Wanted, and hoped that if she had any leads, she would give them to them in time.

"Aunt Xia You and Uncle Xia You...Really, did he do it himself?"

She lowered her head and whimpered, "...why?"

"Mr. Xia You wants to create a world where only conjurers exist. It takes a lot of courage and determination to embark on this path, right? So before that, we must cut off all retreats and weaknesses." The person who was sent to inform her of the news The man said calmly, "Miss Qingshui, you are not the one who was let go by his soft heart. To be honest, if Mr. Wutiao hadn't arrived in time, you would already be in the morgue like Mr. Xia You's parents."

Until he left, Shimizu Sakura didn't say another word.

Since then, Shimizu Sakura's mental state has deteriorated and become more and more unstable.The source of the conjurer's spell power is her own negative emotions. She is already a super conjurer herself. If she loses control completely, it may cause great casualties and destruction.The upper echelons of the magic circle were worried that she would go completely mad and become like a curse master, so after the doctor judged that she was "almost impossible to cure", they secretly issued an order to execute Shimizu Sakura.

However, this order could not be carried out smoothly, Gojo Satoru insisted on keeping her, none of the magicians sent by the high-level to carry out the obliteration order was his opponent, and all of them returned without success. Gojo Satoru even threatened the high-level officials if they insisted. If he killed Shimizu Sakura, he wouldn't mind being an enemy and letting the magic world exchange a batch of new blood.The upper echelons of the magic world did not dare to take such a big risk to execute a person who was of no use to them, so they took a step back in desperation, revoked the order to execute Shimizu Sakura, and only asked Gojo Satoru to monitor her at all times , restricting her actions.

The two sides strike a delicate balance.

In order to monitor Shimizu Sakura and protect her, Gojo Satoru took her to his residence.However, it didn't take long for him to discover that the so-called "monitoring of Shimizu Sakura" and "restricting her actions" from the top management were superfluous.

Shimizu Sakura's condition is too bad, so bad that she has no energy left to hurt others.

Severe post-traumatic stress disorder caused her frequent insomnia, nightmares, panic attacks, and even hallucinations.Her perception and emotions were gradually closed and numb. From the very beginning, she would respond to every word Gojo Satoru said to her, and then she would respond to him with four or five sentences, but in the end she didn't even respond anymore.She didn't seem to be angry or deliberately silent, but more like she was completely in her own spiritual world and hallucinations, so that she couldn't hear what he said.

Her memory is also getting worse, she often forgets a lot of things, and her perception of time is becoming more and more blurred.Today's Shimizu Sakura may be an eighteen or nine-year-old Shimizu Sakura, and tomorrow's Shimizu Sakura may become an eight or nine-year-old Shimizu Sakura.Sometimes she wouldn't even recognize Gojo Satoru, and she was terrified by the sudden appearance of this strange big brother in the room, fearing to repel his approach, crying and asking where Xia Youjie was, until she was tired of crying and fell asleep In the dream, she would call Xia Youjie's name and beg him to save her.

It was clear that he was also the one who made her fall into the current hellish situation.

Gojo Satoru invited many well-known doctors to treat her, but the effect was not only insignificant, but as time went by, Shimizu Sakura's state even gradually slipped into the abyss irretrievably.

He suddenly discovered one day that in addition to post-traumatic stress disorder, Shimizu Sakura also suffered from dissociative disorder.She began to have frequent hallucinations, [self] began to slip and even disappear, frequent hallucinations, memory disorder, decreased sense of time and space.He took her out to relax, she often stopped suddenly when she came to a place, her eyes were full of bewilderment and panic, she had no memory of how she came to this place, she didn't have any memory, it seemed that she could no longer Manipulating her own body, she is no longer even herself.

"Continuing like this, she will be completely lost in the illusion, right? Either destroy others or destroy herself. For a kind and soft-hearted girl like Shimizu Sakura, she will not choose to hurt others. Destroying herself seems to be her only way out."

Someone judged her ending in a calm tone.

Gojo Wu believes what they say.

He scoffed at it.

But he really didn't want to see Shimizu Sakura continue like this.

She was finally obedient and obedient in front of him, and she no longer confronted him, and she didn't have the strength to confront him anymore.But he would rather that she was still the little kitten who exploded when she was teased, scratching him angrily and vigorously, and he didn't want to see Sakura Shimizu who was so fragile that she seemed to be broken at any time.

After almost exhausting all means, he went to Xia Youjie's house.

Xia You and his wife are dead, Xia Youjie has defected, and Qingshui Ying is ill. This once lively and warm house is now empty, and no one has visited it for a long time. It is so lonely that it seems to be forever forgotten in a corner by the whole world. .

Maybe, it will be forever, forever lonely.

A thin layer of dust has been covered on the furniture and the floor, and the evening sunlight shines in through the old screen window, and the fine dust flying in the light beam can be vaguely seen.

It was at this time that Gojo Satoru saw the two picture albums hanging on the wall.

It was a story of a little fox and a little milk cat.

The gentle little fox redeemed the little milk cat who was trapped in darkness when she was young. He pulled the little milk cat who was almost sunk in darkness forever into the sunshine and gave her a warm and happy home.

Since then, the little milk cat has always loved and relied on the little fox.

She hoped that the little fox would be happy, and it didn't matter what she did or what she paid for it. She was even willing to give him her favorite lamb, and was willing to form a family with him to keep him.

But the little fox ruined the family.

He not only destroyed their former home, but also their future home.

The little milk cat that even pulled him out of the darkness with his own hands pushed him into the darkness with his own hands again, mercilessly.

He who redeemed her, ultimately destroyed her.

It was only then that Wujo Satoru realized that he was actually too late.

He was still too late.

What he saved was Shimizu Sakura's body, her soul, which had already died that night.

Those blue eyes stared at the two albums for a long time.

On the yellowed paper, the childish little fox carefully removed the thorns from the rose, happily held it in its mouth and placed it in front of the timid little milk cat.

The little fox stretched out his paws and gently touched the two little ears of the little milk cat.

[Little milk cat, it doesn't matter if you don't come out to play with me. 】

[Don't be afraid, don't worry, and don't force yourself to change for me. 】

【I just hope you can be happy. 】

But think about it carefully, everyone will grow up, just listen to the fairy tales, don't take it seriously, those things happened a long time ago, so long ago that the little fox has long forgotten.

The only one who is stupid is the little milk cat, who still believes in fairy tales, and stands there foolishly waiting for the little fox to come back.

She just never thought that the person who pulled her out of hell would push her back into hell with his own hands.

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru took the album and the plush lamb.

Both of these are already "memories of the past", and they have been desolately forgotten in the corner, leaving only the setting sun with a few wisps of warmth.

【Jie, to this day, I have more or less understood the reason and determination of your defection. 】

[There is only one thing I can't understand. 】

【How on earth do you have the heart...to treat her like this. 】

The weather is not good tonight, there are lightning and thunder outside, and the rain doesn't stop.

Because there was no lower limit on, no part of his body got wet. When Gojo Satoru returned home, the room was dark, and Shimizu Sakura didn't turn on the light.

Are you already asleep?

He opened the door, wanting to check her condition, but the moment he opened the door, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the dark sky, almost lighting up the entire night sky, and with the loud thunder, his face changed slightly——Qing Shui There is no one on Sakura's bed.

He heard a soft whimper.

It was like the sound of a wounded little beast licking its wounds in a corner in fear.

She huddled in a corner, wearing only a thin white nightgown and sitting on the cold floor, surrounded by fragments of mirrors scattered on the ground, her arms and ankles were dripping with blood—probably when the mirror was broken scratched.

She was so terrified, maybe she saw a horrible hallucination again.

He walked over, wanting to help her deal with the wounds on her arms and ankles, not to mention her current physical condition, sitting on the cold floor all the time, there was a high probability that she would get sick the next day.

But as soon as he walked in, she shrank into the corner in horror, Shimizu Sakura's cognition seemed to have gone wrong again, she didn't know who he was at all, and she became the helpless child who lost the protection of her parents when she was a child little girl, crying for him not to approach her.

He suppressed the emotions that were gradually spreading in his heart, did not touch her, but gently stuffed the album and the plush lamb into her arms.

Shimizu Sakura hugged her familiar plush lamb tightly, and seemed to gradually calm down.

She tilted her head and stared at the little milk cat and the little fox in the album, and after a long time, she looked up at Gojo Satoru.

She looked at him for a long time, as if she finally recognized who he was, so she no longer resisted his approach.The corners of her eyes were red, and those extremely beautiful eyes gradually became moist, covered with a layer of mist, and tears fell down.

She threw herself into his arms and burst into tears: "Wow, you're finally here..."

Hearing her last address, his body froze slightly, he held her shoulders and pulled the distance between them, his face turned slightly pale, and he looked down at her: "What did you call me just now?"

Shimizu Sakura cried and hugged him: "Wuuuuujie, how could you be late for the wedding? I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I thought you wouldn't come!"