As long as he completely eliminated this personality, those disgusting traits that had accompanied him since childhood would completely disappear. He would only be the excellent Qiao Yu, no longer afraid of public speaking, reporters, or everyone, no longer afraid of that couple who had long since died!
Qiao Yu took a deep breath, his other hand trembling as he searched his pockets, trying to find his phone.
He couldn’t stay with Jian Ning anymore. He must immediately call a psychologist!
But after searching for a long time, he still couldn’t find it.
Just like when he was a child, no matter how hard he tried, how he shouted, how he tried to save himself, he couldn’t do what he wanted to do.
All people did not believe him, told him to listen, told him to be good, not to resist…
Qiao Yu painfully hugged his head, as if those nauseating voices were ringing in his ears again – the couple who adopted him in the name of parents, who appeared kind and gentle to the outside world, but had imprisoned him for over ten years, forcing him to develop new drugs day after day…
“Qiao Yu!”
As soon as Jian Ning came up, she saw him crouching on the ground, hugging his head and trembling, looking like he was severely frightened. She thought his alternate personality had awakened again.
She called out, but got no response.
“Qiao Yu!”
Jian Ning called again, reaching out to pull his arm, trying to make him lift his head: “Qiao Yu, what’s wrong?”
“Are you awake and didn’t see me, thinking I ran away?”
Jian Ning guessed, carefully comforting: “I didn’t run, I just went to get your medicine, really, look, I’m right in front of you.”
Qiao Yu held his head tightly, trembling more and more violently. Suddenly, he stood up and threw Jian Ning to the ground, like a frightened puppy, clinging to her and burrowing into her arms.
Jian Ning’s back was jabbed by the chain, which hurt so much her heart almost split: “Qiao Yu, what’s wrong with you?”
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“Cold…”
Qiao Yu nestled tightly in her arms, shivering.
Jian Ning took a breath, her back hurting terribly: “It’s okay, please get up.”
Qiao Yu breathed heavily, speaking with difficulty: “…No.”
