CHAPTER 192
City W is 1,200 kilometers away from the capital (Beijing), with a flight time of about two and a half hours. Tang Ruoyao took off punctually at 11 o'clock, had lunch on the plane, and arrived in City W at 1:30 p.m. She discreetly walked through the VIP channel and met up with the people sent by the crew.
The crew had arranged everything thoughtfully, knowing that airline food wasn't very appetizing. They had booked a restaurant specifically to treat her.
Tang Ruoyao has a light appetite and, as a female artist, had strict body requirements. Additionally, she wanted to return to her hotel early so she could call or video chat with Qin Yinong. So she politely declined the offer.
The production assistant accompanying her was a sweet-looking girl with dimples when she smiled. Upon hearing the refusal, the likable production assistant clasped her hands together and pleaded pitifully, "Ms. Tang, please agree. The restaurant is already booked, and the budget has been approved. If you don't go, I'll have a hard time explaining to the higher-ups."
After much hesitation, Tang Ruoyao finally agreed.
She thought to herself: After this meal, I won't go out in the evening. Going to the set can wait until tomorrow.
The production assistant sat in the co-pilot seat while Tang Ruoyao took out her phone from her pocket and sent a text message to Qin Yinong: [I'm going to have lunch now].
As the words appeared in the chat box, Tang Ruoyao pondered for a moment and changed the ending particle "了" [le] to "啦" [la] to make it sound livelier.
[ "了" (le) indicates a change of state or the completion of an action, and it expresses a sense of realization, fulfillment, or a new situation, while "啦" (la) conveys a more casual or relaxed tone, and adds a sense of informality, softness, or friendliness to the expression.]
Qin Yinong quickly replied: [It's okay, I'm in a meeting].
A faint smile appeared on Tang Ruoyao's lips: [Let me know when you're done].
Qin Yinong: [Okay].
Tang Ruoyao: [I'll talk to you later].
Qin Yinong: [Sure].
With others in the car, Tang Ruoyao put away her phone.
Qin Yinong set her phone down and stared blankly at the documents in front of her for a while.
After a moment, she snapped out of her daze, signed at the end of the documents she had already read, closed them, and put them aside. She continued to stare at her phone absentmindedly.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Ruoyao arrived at the hotel arranged by the production team. The living conditions weren't as luxurious as the ones she had during the filming of her previous two movies, but it was still decent.
Most of the filming locations were in City W, which meant Tang Ruoyao would be staying here for quite a long time.
Tang Ruoyao took out her phone and glanced at it. Qin Yinong hadn't replied yet, probably because the meeting hadn't ended. She reassured herself and started packing her luggage with Xin Qian's help. They changed the bedsheets, put on new duvet covers and pillowcases, and turned on a small humidifier.
After seeing Xin Qian off, Tang Ruoyao sat on the single sofa by the window. The sky outside was starting to darken.
Tang Ruoyao: [I'm done now, is the meeting still ongoing?]
One minute later, Qin Yinong replied: [Just came out of the meeting room].
Tang Ruoyao: [Wow, are we telepathic?]
Qin Yinong responded with a smiling face emoji.
Tang Ruoyao: [Can we talk on the phone?]
Qin Yinong: [It's not very convenient, let's do it in the evening.]
Tang Ruoyao, slightly disappointed: [Okay, [crying emoji]]
Qin Yinong: [Pat pat]
Tang Ruoyao: [What are you doing?]
Qin Yinong: [Getting ready to get off work]
Tang Ruoyao: [I'll read the script for a while. Let me know if you're free tonight.]
Qin Yinong: [Alright]
Tang Ruoyao took out the script from her bag and spread it out on her lap. She placed her phone aside, locked the screen. After reading a few lines on the first page of the script, Tang Ruoyao picked up her phone again and scrolled through her chat history with Qin Yinong from beginning to end, furrowing her brows lightly.
She sent a message to Guan Han: [Has Senior Qin finished work?]
Guan Han, upon receiving the message: "???"
Why ask Guan Han? Why not ask Qin Yinong directly? What's the point of asking her?
As a keen assistant, Guan Han sensed that something was unusual about the situation and reported it directly.
Qin Yinong remained silent for a while before saying, "Just tell her I just got off work." After a pause, she added, "From now on, whatever she tells you, show it to me first before replying."
Guan Han: "Understood."
With both sides in agreement, Tang Ruoyao temporarily suppressed her vague uneasiness and focused on reading the script.
Xiao Hong is a representative figure of women in the new era. The script mainly tells the story of her brilliant life, where she bloomed creatively despite several periods of poverty and adversity. The "brilliance" referred to her literary achievements, and to an outsider looking back decades later, her suffering is merely a narrative in the memoirs of friends, written in cold words on paper, unable to be truly empathized with.
But Tang Ruoyao was different. She was the one who would interpret Xiao Hong. She couldn't take an all-knowing God's perspective. She was a real person who had lived a flesh-and-blood life. A beautiful woman who, at a young age, encountered consecutive blows from fate, gradually lost hope for happiness in life, and died of illness in her thirties, buried in Shallow Bay with regrets. She had once sobbed in the quiet and dark attic, holding her pregnant belly, and she had also thrown herself into love without reservation when it arrived. She had tried to live her life, cherishing the world, but in the end, everything extinguished.
As life fades like a dying lamp, the evaluation of future generations can only be spoken by those who come after. For Xiao Hong, or for Tang Ruoyao, she never considered it. She immersed herself in the torrent of history, doing her best to live out this short life of thirty-one years.
Tang Ruoyao had read the script many times, and each time she immersed herself in it. Each rereading was not a mechanical memorization of lines for her, but a journey of her soul back to the 1930s, following a person named Xiao Hong, reading the books she had read, walking the paths she had walked, feeling what the characters felt, grieving what they grieved, and then using her pen to write those shining words, "Abandoned Child," "Life and Death Arena," "The Field of Calla Lilies."
When her phone rang, Tang Ruoyao found herself in the summer of 1932, with continuous heavy rain, rising floodwaters, and people rushing to escape in panic before her. She, with a big belly, anxiously and despairingly waited for Xiao Jun's arrival.
Tang Ruoyao was momentarily lost, detached from the world of the script, and gently wiped the corner of her eye with a tissue.
The video connected, and Ningning's little face appeared first on the screen, joyfully calling out to her:
"Mommy! I miss you so much!"
Tang Ruoyao smiled at her and said, "I miss you too."
She looked at every corner in the camera but didn't find Qin Yinong's figure. She proactively asked, "Where's your Mom?"
Ningning turned the camera around, and Qin Yinong was squatting in front of the TV cabinet, as if searching for something.
Tang Ruoyao breathed a sigh of relief, so she first chatted with Ningning, then Qin Yinong took her phone upstairs, close the study room door, and continue their conversation.
"Are you adjusting well?" Qin Yinong asked.
W City is located in central China. In winter, it is both damp and cold, and there is no heating. You can imagine what it's like.
Tang Ruoyao learned her catchphrase and smiled, saying, "It's fine. I didn't go out at all today."
"Are you going to the set tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"How are the conditions on the set?"
"I'll find out tomorrow when I go."
"..."
Qin Yinong wasn't good at small talk, and neither was Tang Ruoyao, but in order to avoid an awkward silence, she proactively changed the topic, "Were you tired at work today? I heard you talking about work with Guan Han in the morning."
"Everything is handled."
Tang Ruoyao hummed in response and didn't continue the conversation.
The period when they communicated most frequently through messaging was after the completion of the film "True Colors" and before they officially got together. Even if they had nothing to say, just listening to each other's breathing over the phone or seeing each other's faces through video felt like great happiness.
But things were different when they were actually together. When you truly felt the warmth of that person, tasted the softness and warmth of their lips, and embraced each other every night, can words and images replace that intimacy? On the contrary, the more they experienced this, the more they longed for genuine warmth.
So after they officially confirmed their relationship, even if Tang Ruoyao occasionally had work commitments and went out, they rarely video called. At most, Tang Ruoyao would send her a short video to share, or they would occasionally make phone calls, but they would never spend hours on the phone. One reason was that they didn't have much to talk about, and the other reason was that it felt too far apart. They preferred to be face to face, hugging each other without saying a word for an entire afternoon, rather than being separated by mountains and rivers, talking on the phone to express longing.
They were of the same kind, so when faced with separation and the distance between them seemed so vast when they reunited, they both felt equally at a loss.
Qin Yinong found a tablet stand, set it up, and placed it on the desk in the study room.
Tang Ruoyao followed suit, securing her tablet, aligning it with the area she was working in.
Afterwards, they each focused on their own tasks.
Qin Yinong practiced calligraphy and read books, while Tang Ruoyao delved into the script.
On the surface, Qin Yinong seemed fine, with a focused expression, gripping a pen and writing stroke by stroke on the calligraphy paper. Tang Ruoyao, on the other hand, seemed absent-minded. She couldn't concentrate, partly because she kept wondering what Qin Yinong was doing and partly because she was afraid of getting too immersed in the script and crying later, which Qin Yinong might see.
When Tang Ruoyao looked up, she saw Qin Yinong's knuckles gripping the pen so tightly that they turned white. The usual warmth in her eyes and brows was replaced by a hint of melancholy. Tang Ruoyao blinked, and when she looked again, the gloom on Qin Yinong's face was gone.
Was it just her imagination?
It took Tang Ruoyao longer than usual to finish writing a character. If Qin Yinong were to pick up the paper, Tang Ruoyao would discover that she had pressed down heavily, causing the ink to seep through to the back and the pen tip to puncture the paper.
Qin Yinong put down the pen, clapped lightly, raised her head, and smiled at Tang Ruoyao on the screen. "I completed today's tasks."
Tang Ruoyao praised her, "Well done."
Qin Yinong pursed her lips, and a fleeting sense of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
In the past, at this moment, Tang Ruoyao would usually take the initiative to embrace her and reward her with a kiss. Afterwards, there was a fifty percent chance that things would escalate and become more intimate.
She locked eyes with Tang Ruoyao through the screen, silent but with a warmth in her gaze that grew more intense.
Tang Ruoyao discreetly swallowed and evidently had the same thought as Qin Yinong.
"Baby," Tang Ruoyao's voice lowered, slightly hoarse.
"Yeah?" Qin Yinong lazily glanced at her.
Tang Ruoyao cleared her throat and licked her lips. "I was thinking..."
Qin Yinong coldly interrupted, "No, you're not."
Tang Ruoyao smiled and said, "Then let me think about it later, okay?"
"Sure." Qin Yinong's tone and smile mirrored Tang Ruoyao's.
"In just one more month, no, twenty-nine days, I'll be back." Tang Ruoyao tried to sound cheerful and softly reassured her.
"I'll be waiting for you."
The woman lowered her head and gathered the papers and pens on the desk. The smile at the corner of her lips quickly faded, her eyelashes drooped, and a cold indifference filled her eyes.
She thought: Do you know that I can't be without you? Why can't you come back now? Why do you have to leave my side? Aren't you missing me too?
Tang Ruoyao glanced at the time displayed on her phone. It was already 10 p.m.
"Baby, do you want to take a bath and go to sleep?" The young woman's voice, cold yet gentle, came from the iPad's speaker.
Qin Yinong lifted her eyelids, a curve forming on her lips. "Yes."
"Should we keep the video on?"
"Let's turn it off for now." Qin Yinong didn't want to endure the torment of seeing but not being able to touch. She would rather not hear her voice or see her face and wait calmly.
One month, thirty days, 720 hours, 2,520,000 seconds.
Endure a little longer, and it will pass.
"But... I want to look at you more." Tang Ruoyao clearly had a different idea from Qin Yinong. Unable to touch each other, they settled for the next best thing, which was to see each other.
"Then let's not turn it off." There was a hint of reluctance in Qin Yinong's smile. Her heart was filled with negative emotions, but she still chose to follow Tang Ruoyao's wishes.
Qin Yinong took the iPad back to the bedroom, placed it on the nightstand, facing it towards the bathroom. Tang Ruoyao watched as she stood in front of the open wardrobe, her slender and graceful figure leaving her in a daze. Suddenly, Tang Ruoyao stood up, quickly grabbed her pajamas, and held them in her arms.
"Let's see who will finish bathing first."
"Me." Qin Yinong didn't hesitate.
"Why?"
Qin Yinong's lips curved, and she slowed down her speech, with a meaningful tone. "Because you always take a very thorough bath, especially..."
Her words suddenly became ambiguous, and Tang Ruoyao understood the implied meaning. She blushed and rushed into the bathroom.
Qin Yinong stood still and chuckled for a while, but then felt a sense of emptiness. She sighed lightly and looked at the empty room across from her. Then she walked into the bathroom.
Tang Ruoyao had to go see the crew members on the set tomorrow and didn't want to be late, so after taking a bath and exchanging a few more words, she was ready to sleep.
Tang Ruoyao: [Good night. If you have a nightmare tonight, give me a call no matter how late it is.]
They had switched back to texting.
Tang Ruoyao checked the alarm clock, turned off the lights, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. With the anticipation of dreaming about Qin Yinong, she happily closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Qin Yinong opened Tang Ruoyao's Weibo account, browsed through the highlights, looked at the fans' confessions of love, and then opened an app to watch various video clips of Tang Ruoyao's performances. Finally, she put down her phone, struggling to summon sleep.
Whenever Tang Ruoyao temporarily left for a day, going to another city for work, it was always like this. She would say good night early, and then Qin Yinong would face the silence of the night alone before finally falling asleep.
But tonight was more difficult than before. It seemed like her brain was aware that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, Tang Ruoyao wouldn't come back. The emotions that had been temporarily suppressed by Tang Ruoyao's passionate love seemed to have found an opportunity to resurge.
Qin Yinong didn't know how many times she tossed and turned. She opened her eyes and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand.
It was 3 a.m.
She sat up, slipped on her slippers, and went downstairs to the first-floor restaurant, heading towards the wine cabinet.
Since her last hospitalization, Qin Yinong rarely drank. The only times were at industry events, where she would lightly touch her lips. When meeting clients for cooperation, she tried to avoid drinking as much as possible.
Tang Ruoyao was very strict when it came to her health, and Qin Yinong didn't want to worry her. They wanted to live a long and happy life together.
Qin Yinong opened the wine cabinet, her delicate hand grasping the cool bottle.
Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a thin and cool light on her.
A struggle flashed in Qin Yinong's eyes, and she pointed outside, taking a bottle of whiskey and a glass upstairs.
Her room originally had a small bar counter, but it became obsolete after she quit drinking. Now, it served a purpose again. The amber-colored liquid slowly poured into the glass, and the swaying liquid was reflected in Qin Yinong's pupils.
As the alcohol flowed down her throat, Qin Yinong put down the glass and lay back on the bed.
She finally fell asleep.
She slept deeply, and in the early morning, she was awakened by urgent knocking on the door.
Knock, knock, knock...
Accompanied by a clear child's voice, "Mom! Mom! Are you awake?"
Qin Yinong rubbed her sore temples. Perhaps it was because she drank alcohol last night, her head felt heavy and her body felt light. When she stood up, she swayed heavily. After steadying herself, she walked with heavy steps to open the door, her voice hoarse, "What's wrong?"
Qin Jianing said, "Mom, Mommy is back!"
Qin Yinong reacted and breathed rapidly, "Where is she?"
Qin Jianing pointed backward and replied in a childish voice, "She's downstairs, sitting in the living room."
Qin Yinong didn't think about why Tang Ruoyao didn't come upstairs directly but instead asked Ning Ning to call her. She immediately rushed downstairs, missed the last step of the stairs, stumbled forward, but a pair of arms caught her in time. She fell into a warm and familiar embrace.
As if a drifting soul had found a place to rely on, she had an uncontrollable impulse to cry in this embrace.
"How come...?" The woman lowered her head slightly to restrain her excitement, lifted her eyelashes, and with slightly reddened corners of her eyes, she said, "Why did you suddenly come back?"
Tang Ruoyao looked at her with the usual tenderness in her eyebrows and eyes.
"I was afraid that you missed me too much, so I came back." Her voice was gentle, with a hint of a smile.
"Who said I missed you?" Qin Yinong's heart was overflowing with joy, but her words sounded awkward.
"I said I missed you." Tang Ruoyao smiled and corrected herself.
Qin Yinong nestled in her embrace, and her hands firmly held her waist.
In this position, Tang Ruoyao half-supported and half-carried her to sit on the sofa.
They embraced silently for a while, and then Qin Yinong remembered and asked, "You came back suddenly. Is everything okay with the film crew?"
Tang Ruoyao paused for a few seconds and said, "I'm not filming that movie anymore."
Qin Yinong frowned, "Why?"
Tang Ruoyao tightened her arms around the woman and said in a low voice, "I don't want to be away from you."
Qin Yinong opened her mouth, but Tang Ruoyao interrupted her, "Do you want me to leave you for several months to shoot a movie?"
Qin Yinong felt something was off, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
Qin Yinong said, "I..."
Tang Ruoyao continued, "Is filming more important, or aren't we being together more important?" There was a hint of sorrow in her gaze as she said, "Do you not like me anymore?"
Qin Yinong hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant, I also..." She finally voiced those words, "I also don't want to be separated from you."
Tang Ruoyao held her hand and said gently, "Then let's be together forever."
Qin Yinong tightened her grip and said firmly, "Not even for a day apart."
She pulled Tang Ruoyao into her embrace.
They indulged in passionate affection on the sofa.
Lost in the moment, Qin Yinong whispered Tang Ruoyao's name in her ear, and Tang Ruoyao responded honestly, but her voice sounded distant, as if coming from another time and space.
The woman's eyes flickered beneath her eyelids, and Qin Yinong abruptly opened her eyes.
"Yaoyao!"
She sat up, looked around, and her pupils contracted momentarily.
It was a dream.
Was it a dream? She sensed the strangeness of her surroundings—the clock, the TV, the coffee table, the dining room. This was the living room on the ground floor. Wasn't she sleeping in her room last night?
Just then, a slender and beautiful figure emerged from the kitchen.
Tang Ruoyao poured two glasses of water and placed them on the coffee table.
Qin Yinong was stunned.
She looked at Tang Ruoyao, unable to distinguish between reality and the dream.
Tang Ruoyao's cheeks were flushed, and there was a hint of post-pleasure charm. She pouted and said, "It's still broad daylight, and you already... good thing your mom and Ningning aren't home."
Qin Yinong became confused.
"Wasn't it Ningning who woke me up this morning?"
Tang Ruoyao smiled, "That was in the morning. It's already afternoon now. You fell asleep after you finished, don't you remember?"
Qin Yinong looked towards the setting sun on the horizon, hesitating, "...Is that so?"
"Yes," Tang Ruoyao jumped into her embrace, lightly biting the woman's chin. She said, "Don't you believe me?"
Qin Yinong rubbed her head and also smiled, "How could I not?"
She confirmed the words she heard in the morning, "Did you really quit that movie?"
Tang Ruoyao nodded.
Qin Yinong indulged her, "Then don't film it. I'll pay the breach of contract fee for you."
Tang Ruoyao shook her head, "I'll pay for it myself. I still have some savings, I can afford it."
Qin Yinong didn't insist and said, "Alright then."
Tang Ruoyao's attitude made Qin Yinong subconsciously believe in this reality even more.
Tang Ruoyao shook her hand and said, "We've been downstairs all day. I want to go back to the room."
Qin Yinong agreed and got up, holding Tang Ruoyao's hand. When they reached the bedroom door, her expression changed slightly, "Wait for me outside for a moment."
There was still the alcohol she had opened last night in her room. If Tang Ruoyao discovered it, she would undoubtedly be angry and worried.
Tang Ruoyao asked, "What's wrong?"
Qin Yinong quickly went inside, closed the door, and locked it.
The alcohol was on the counter, and Qin Yinong headed straight for it, but she didn't see the open bottle of whiskey.
The bar counter was completely empty.
Qin Yinong became confused once again.
Where was her alcohol? Did Tang Ruoyao take it beforehand?
Tang Ruoyao knocked on the door from outside, "Qin Yinong?"
Qin Yinong searched every visible place, including the wardrobe, but the bottle of alcohol and the glass were nowhere to be found.
Qin Yinong opened the door.
Tang Ruoyao walked in and saw her pale face. She asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
Qin Yinong raised her hand to cover the back of Tang Ruoyao's hand that was touching her cheek. Her lips were dry as she said, "It's nothing." She asked, "Did you go into my room?"
Tang Ruoyao replied, "No, I haven't been upstairs since I came back."
Qin Yinong's palms started sweating.
"When did my mom leave?"
"This morning, I think."
"Did you see anyone entering my room?" Qin Yinong glanced back at the counter, and the bottle of alcohol reappeared. Her pupils trembled slightly.
She stood in front of Tang Ruoyao, blocking her line of sight.
Unaware of the situation, Tang Ruoyao shook her head and said, "No."
Qin Yinong placed her hands on Tang Ruoyao's shoulders and guided her step by step towards the edge of the bed, keeping an eye on the bottle of alcohol. At that moment, something even more eerie happened—the bottle disappeared once again before her eyes.
Qin Yinong broke out in a cold sweat.
Her face turned pale, and Tang Ruoyao could no longer believe her "it's nothing." She followed Qin Yinong's gaze.
Qin Yinong forgot to breathe.
What would she see?
It felt like a second, yet it felt like a lifetime had passed.
Tang Ruoyao turned her head back and asked curiously, "There's nothing there. What are you looking at?"
Qin Yinong breathed a temporary sigh of relief and forced a smile. "It's nothing, I'm just feeling a bit unwell."
"Well, rest properly then." Tang Ruoyao helped her lie down, and Qin Yinong held her hand, saying urgently, "Won't you stay with me?"
"Of course, I'll stay with you." Tang Ruoyao lay down beside her, and Qin Yinong turned to her side, holding her tightly and greedily taking a sniff of her scent.
"Did you have trouble sleeping last night?" Tang Ruoyao discerned.
Qin Yinong pursed her lips together and nodded slightly.
"It won't happen again." Tang Ruoyao gently patted her back, her voice soft and pleasant like a siren in the deep sea, casting a bewitching spell. "I will always... be with you."
In the familiar embrace, Qin Yinong gradually fell asleep.
This sleep, she didn't know how long it lasted. She woke up, eyes closed, like an immature young beast, whimpering twice, instinctively seeking warmth to rely on.
"Clang!" A metallic collision sound brought Qin Yinong back to her senses.
Qin Yinong opened her eyes to see Tang Ruoyao, whose limbs were bound by cold iron chains. Her usually obedient long hair was now messy, partially covering her face. Qin Yinong could see the one visible eye glaring at her with a chilling intensity.
"Yaoyao," Qin Yinong's heart tightened, and she hurriedly tried to release the iron chains that bound Tang Ruoyao. She said angrily, "Who tied you up?!"
Tang Ruoyao's gaze was icy as she let out a sardonic laugh.
Qin Yinong felt a shiver run down her spine.
"It was you, don't you remember?" she said softly, leaning forward, causing the chains behind her to make another "clang" sound. "That year, when I went to film, you tricked me into coming back and then never let me leave again."
Qin Yinong shook her head. "No, I didn't."
"You did." A trace of self-mockery flashed in Tang Ruoyao's eyes. "You said you loved me, but you locked me in your room, announced to the outside world that I had retired, didn't let me act, didn't let me earn money, didn't let me see my friends. - I was just your captive concubine."
She laughed, her smile filled with sarcasm. She said softly, "Is this what you call love?"
Qin Yinong murmured, "No, it's not like that." Suddenly, she woke up, brushing away the messy hair on Tang Ruoyao's face. With both hands gently cupping the young woman's cheeks, their foreheads pressed together, she almost incoherently said, "Listen to me, I have thought about it, but I would never do such a thing. I won't hurt you. Please believe me."
"Look at the scene before you, how can I believe you?!" Tang Ruoyao struggled to break free from her, her voice suddenly raised, sharp enough to pierce one's eardrums. "It's you, you ruined me—"
Tang Ruoyao's hatred was overwhelming, her voice hoarse. "I hate you!"
......
Qin Yinong's long eyelashes trembled violently, and her fingertips sank deep into her flesh.
She suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath.
The bedroom was so quiet that only her intense heartbeat and disordered breathing could be heard.
The bottle on the counter was still there, and so was the glass.
Qin Yinong touched her own cheek and felt the coldness.
She pulled open the curtains, and the daylight flooded in.
It was just a dream.
Author's Note:
I hope nobody was frightened by the nightmare. Whether you were scared or not, Qin Jiejie (Sister Qin) was definitely scared. Leave a comment, and I promise to give you some sugar tomorrow!
PS: I don't like it when people make jokes about mental illness/neuroticism. I think it's a serious term and shouldn't be used as a joke. Also, I designed the mental states of each character based on their experiences. There's no forced mental illness here. Moreover, Sister Qin isn't mentally ill; it's just the result of her paranoia and extreme lack of security caused by her past. She will get better over time.
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