A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

After getting in the car, Qi Yao did not immediately ask about what happened, but drove to a nearby Western restaurant.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they asked for a private room, ordered food, and then began to ask about Seventeen Xianxi's affairs.

"What did you see just now?" She got off the car in such a panic. What did she see that caused her to react like that?

Seventeen's face was still pale. He looked at Qi Yao, his eyes slowly falling on the lemonade on the table. He reached out and took it, tilting his head back and drinking the whole glass of ice water.

Qi Yao frowned and sighed secretly. After she put down the cup, he said slowly, "Qiqi, you have a child now. You are going to be a mother soon. You can't be so willful, okay? Such cold water will make your stomach cold when you drink it."

"I said that I often have no memory of the period from when I get off work at noon to when I get off work in the afternoon. Do you believe it?" She was planning to have her head checked yesterday, but the results of the examination were such a big surprise that she almost forgot the original purpose of coming to the hospital.

"...I believe it." Qi Yao nodded. "So you want to go to the hospital for another checkup?"

"I don't know if I should see a psychiatrist about my situation." Seventeen suddenly muttered to himself.

"..." Qi Yao couldn't think of a response for a moment, and said seriously, "If a normal person develops a mental illness, the first thing is their mood. The depressed mood comes from life and living environment. The pressure in life makes people unable to bear it and then they will have an emotional breakdown. Qiqi, our life is good and stable. We don't have any pressure that can cause us to have a mental breakdown, right?"

Seventeen's recurrence was very much like depression, either mild or severe, but he couldn't say it too clearly, nor could he explain it in medical terms. He had only made a mistake today, and although she had ignored it, if he revealed too much, she would be suspicious.

Seventeen looked at Qi Yao, "What do you want to say? I'm not sick, am I?"

Qi Yao was speechless and sighed softly, "No, I think if it's a problem caused by ourselves, then we can find the root cause from within ourselves and correct it. Our lives are easy, so even if you or I have such problems, it's not serious. Didn't you have trouble sleeping recently? I think this should be the root cause."

"I understand what you mean, but I can't find the answer myself. Maybe a psychiatrist can tell me clearly what's wrong with my brain." Seventeen pressed his head.

She lives a relaxed life and has a harmonious family. She herself doesn't believe that she has a mental illness.

Qi Yao looked at Shiqi, trying to guess what she was feeling at the moment, whether it was annoyance or impulsive anger.

"So, now you treat me as a doctor. I ask questions, and you answer, okay?" Qi Yao asked slowly, his voice soft and warm, his eyes looking at her sincere and warm. Like a mountain hot spring, warming her heart.

After seeing Seventeen nod in agreement, Qi Yao asked in a low voice, "You said you fell asleep during that time, which was actually the entire afternoon. Do you have any recollection of that time? None at all?"

Seventeen nodded, but when she thought of the cold touch and the stranger's breathing, she slowly shook her head.

"Sometimes, I feel like he's touching my face, and I can hear his breathing, but..."

Qi Yao's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter. He did not interrupt Shiqi's recollections, but listened carefully to the little information that she occasionally racked her brains to think of.

"I couldn't see him. When I was conscious, no, was it consciousness or just fragments of memory? Anyway, I couldn't see anything. I don't know if I opened my eyes or not, nothing at all, so I don't know what the person who touched my face looked like."

Not only did he touch her face, but he also kissed her. The cold face touching her skin was as cold as iron with chill, which was creepy to think about.

Yes, not only kisses, but also inexplicable physical touches, but... she didn't feel anything strange.

Seventeen did not tell Qi Yao this because she saw that his face had darkened.

When Qi Yao saw her eyes turn cold, he finally spoke, "So, you actually seemed to appear in a small dark room, right?"

"Really?" Seventeen asked back.

It's incredible to often dream about the same place and experience the same things.

"Every time I see that it's already six o'clock in the afternoon, I wonder if I'm dreaming. Because of this, I really feel that my life is unreal." Seventeen said softly.

Qi Yao looked at Shiqi. She was so lively in the hospital, but now she immediately became listless and began to show some symptoms of depression.

Qi Yao took a deep breath and said, "It seems that what you saw in the car is the main reason why you became like this. Honey, tell me, what did you see?"

Seventeen stared at Qi Yao, looked at Qi Yao's brown eyes, watched his pupils seem to be constantly expanding, and then saw her face completely and clearly.

Seventeen reached out and touched Qi Yao's face, as if she was so willing to get close to him because she could easily slip into his pupils.

"I saw a man in strange clothes, all in dull black, with a black hat and black fingers... I seemed to remember that the man who touched me in the dream was wearing a black peaked cap with the brim pulled down very low..."

Seventeen's voice was also very low, and he was almost speaking while trying to recall, so his words were intermittent and incoherent.

But even though Qi Yao hadn't finished speaking, his expression had already turned grim, and there was even a look of disbelief and shock in his eyes. He subconsciously tightened his grip on Qi Yao's hand, and Qi Yao subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at his hand. His consciousness was pulled back, and he spoke much faster.

"But I've never successfully opened my eyes in the dark, and I've never seen anything in the dark, so I don't know why I have this memory of the black cap." Seventeen said worriedly, "Just now in the car, I wanted to move the front mirror to look in the mirror, but I didn't expect to see someone standing in front of the hospital gate. He was completely black, especially the black cap..."

Qi Yao remained silent, his eyes fixed tightly.

Seventeen took a deep breath and then said, "Oh right, Qiyao, I had the same hallucination twice in the hospital. I saw a man in a baseball cap standing outside my office door. I only saw him for a moment, and when I chased him out, everything was there, just like that, and then he disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Qi Yao didn't say anything, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Seventeen shook Qi Yao's hand and said, "I know I live a happy life without any pressure, so mental illness is extremely unlikely for me. But I do have hallucinations frequently, often forgetting what happened, and sleeping for entire afternoons. Qi Yao, I don't know the reasons for these things, but perhaps science can explain them to me."