“Senior,” Chu Zheng called from outside, his voice suppressed, “Can’t we open the door and talk?”
“No.” Letting him in would only make her soften when he cried pitifully.
“Senior,” Chu Zheng persisted, softening his voice, his plea completely unmasked, “You keeping me outside like this really hurts me.”
Chen Jing ignored him. Let him be hurt – for future sweetness, temporary pain was bearable. Consider it tempering.
She propped her forehead, reviewing everything that had happened these past few days.
First, Jiang Dongling suddenly appeared, something both Yu Xi and Yu’s mother were aware of. Then Song Jingrong, Xu Chengan, and now Chu Zheng outside – all the targets she had previously pursued had appeared, not a single one missing.
The strange part was that except for Xu Chengan, these people seemed to have received memories from all previous encounters, including experiences of being alone with her in certain worlds.
Before this, Dr. Wang had found her and specifically warned her not to be angry.
Chen Jing now felt more helplessness and entanglement.
Thinking it through, she now had only two paths.
One: Ignore all male leads, threaten suicide to get released, then leave decisively, letting them fend for themselves and see if they could return to the real world after dying.
Two: Accept reality, carefully appease them, negotiate terms. Since they existed in a dissociative state, romantic relationships wouldn’t create complications. She’d patiently comfort and cherish them for a lifetime, waiting for Yan Yixin to be satisfied and return to the real world.
Chen Jing was hesitant.
Only the second option seemed viable.
She’d heard that dissociative disorder patients might have thoughts of killing each other to completely replace one another.
So only the second option remained.
After understanding this, Chen Jing felt entirely relaxed, consequently falling asleep sitting against the door.
Due to medication’s influence, Chen Jing slept soundly.
Soon, the window moved.
Chu Zheng gently pried open the glass, nimbly climbing in from outside.
Chu Zheng approached quietly, carefully embracing her waist and legs, princess-carrying her and gently placing her on the bed, covering her with a blanket, then tenderly kissing her forehead, nose, and lips.
Watching her sleeping face, he sighed again.
He was so angry he wanted to kill, to destroy rooms. But what good would that do?
