She has hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, but she always says she is weak.

"Psychologist?" Wang Xiao paused and frowned. "Why would I dream about something like this?"

"It seems like there's really something wrong with me." She was visibly depressed.

"You are normal, because..." Zuo Xiuyan sat down, put himself at the same height as her, and looked into her eyes: "I am the same as you, whether it is emotions or experiences."

"You're a psychologist, why would you think this way?" The wariness and rejection in Wang Xiao's eyes faded a lot, and there was even a hint of curiosity.

"Most people would. The emergence of such thoughts has nothing to do with a person's occupation or the money he has." Zuo Xiuyan smiled calmly and spoke softly with a soothing tone.

"But..." Wang Xiao opened his mouth, but closed it immediately. His eyes moved elsewhere, then stared at the ground, no longer looking at Zuo Xiuyan.

"You don't agree with what I said, but you don't want to refute me directly. Thank you for considering my feelings. It doesn't matter. I will listen to whatever you say. I will try to understand everything you say instead of criticizing you."

Wang Xiao was stunned.

Thank you? Why am I being thanked? I never thought I would be thanked for doing something like this?

Normally at this time, other people would just look impatient and dislike her for hesitating and not being able to speak clearly.

She didn't dare to refute others. She felt that the other party must have his or her reasons and she might be wrong.

Then I just kept silent and listened to what others said.

For the first time, someone was willing to let her speak, listen to her, and understand her instead of finding her faults and mistakes.

She felt an inexplicable touch in her heart, and the flow of gray light and shadow around her slowed down.

"I..." Wang Xiao opened his mouth slowly, trying to organize his words, and stammered as he told his story.

She kept an eye on Zuo Xiuyan's movements, but found that he was always smiling, and would nod or ask simple questions after she finished speaking.

She gradually relaxed and her words began to flow more smoothly.

I told myself to be self-disciplined, but I couldn’t get up early or go to bed early, and I stayed up late every day.

Although I want to learn something, I only get interested in it for a short time and give up before I can concentrate on learning.

Others plan small goals for a month and big goals for three years, climbing up step by step, but they don’t know what they want to do, have no motivation, and no interest.

I am so busy every day that when I get home, I just want to lie down and rest with my phone.

But she was envious of other people who were either traveling or spending money on all kinds of high-end products, but how could she save money? She paid rent, utilities, and other expenses every month, leaving little for herself.

Seeing so many handsome men and beautiful women, I first felt admiration, but then I felt endless sadness.

I don't have such a good-looking face, and I won't find a good-looking partner. The most likely thing is to be single, or find an ordinary person to live with. Love? Are you kidding me?

The more I see, the more I feel I have too little.

Wang Xiao held his head with both hands and grabbed his hair, his voice a little hoarse: "I also want to do a lot of things, but I can't do anything. Tell me, why am I so ordinary? If I could be like others, whether it's appearance or talent, or I can make money, no matter what, having one of them would be good."

Zuo Xiuyan looked at her quietly. This is the daily routine for many people.

Psychotherapy is not about changing people’s way of thinking with just a few words, but requires gradual adjustments over many years.

But what I lack most now is time.

At this time, a "rapid-acting medicine" is needed.

“You expect yourself to make a difference and there are many things you want to try, but things don’t go as smoothly as you imagined.”

"You deny yourself from time to time and don't fully agree with the decisions you make. You are confused about the future and you don't know what to do."

"You long to be liked and recognized, but you think you don't deserve it. You can't open your heart to others, but you hope that someone can understand and accept you."

With every word Zuo Xiuyan spoke, Wang Xiao's eyes brightened.

"Besides, you want to be like that, don't you?"

"Yes." Wang Xiao raised his voice, his eyes looking like someone who was craving for the elixir.

"Then, who will become you?" Zuo Xiuyan asked softly.

Wang Xiao was stunned, and something in his heart suddenly seemed to tighten.

The gray light and shadows around them faded a little, and the direction of their drifting began to become chaotic.

Zuo Xiuyan's tone softened again, and he spoke with reminiscence:

"You may not remember who I am, but I have seen you put the tableware neatly in its corresponding place, carefully and conscientiously."

The original owner had a brief contact with her when he came to the hotel.

"Among so many waiters, you were the most patient in speaking and introduced me to many things about the layout and cuisine."

"They were willing to take me to various boxes to choose from, instead of just pointing at random and letting me look by myself."

"You probably don't know how impressed others are by these things you have done."

"I..." Wang Xiao was startled at first, then he moved his body and scratched his head. He felt a little happy, but more embarrassed. "Isn't this what I should do? This is my job."

People can never truly agree that they are great just by hearing others praise them by saying "you are great".

However, there are also many people in the world who have never heard many sincere compliments.

Perhaps they don't realize how much they want someone to recognize them for who they are, to recognize a small thing they do, something so small that they don't even notice it.

"No, there is no should." Zuo Xiuyan shook his head. "You should take a good look at yourself. Everything you do deserves recognition."

"Every one of them... is worthy of recognition?" Wang Xiao repeated, his eyes slightly widened, and he unconsciously began to straighten his body.

"All." Zuo Xiuyan nodded without any hesitation.

"But, what can I do? I still..." Wang Xiao was a little confused.

"You don't need to do anything, and it's not for anything, just... love yourself first." Zuo Xiuyan looked at her steadily, trying to convey the tenderness and tolerance in his heart.

Wang Xiao stared at Zuo Xiuyan blankly, and saw a "stranger" in those black eyes.

The light and shadow floating from Wang Xiao suddenly stopped, and began to decompose, breaking into powder and falling down.

The light and shadows that were originally floating in the air rushed around rampantly, and other light and shadows that constructed the space, such as the walls and the ground, began to tremble.

A crack gradually expanded behind Wang Xiao, forming a rectangular outline.

She seemed to be unaware of all these drastic changes.

Zuo Xiuyan wasn't sure whether this change was good or bad, but she remained calm and continued, "The inner self of you must also hope that you can find her sooner."

She looked behind Wang Xiao and said, "If you are willing to try and change, the door will always appear when you turn around."

Seeing that Zuo Xiuyan’s gaze had changed, Wang Xiao turned around.

Her eyes gradually turned red.

that……

It's a door.

The way out she had always longed for.

Just as Zuo Xiuyan said, when she turned around, she saw the door. This matter has never been so difficult, but no one has ever told me.

Everything here is a bondage that we impose on ourselves, a cage that we customize for ourselves.

It turned out that she could have easily gotten out.

"Why didn't I have this dream earlier? If... you came into my dream earlier." Wang Xiao's voice was a little choked.

All the light and shadows vibrated more violently, like an earthquake. Large tracts of light and shadows looked like falling sand, and violent air currents surged in the space.

Their hair was flying.

Wang Xiao stood up slowly and walked to the door slowly.

Her hand was on the door handle, trembling slightly, but she didn't turn it, as if she didn't dare.

"It's not too late for us to meet now." Zuo Xiuyan replied softly.

After a moment of silence, Wang Xiao turned around, smiled, and pressed his hand down.

"Thank you. I think I should go out and see myself."